Anniversary Letter Novels & Stories

She muttered, her brows creasing. The Brevs, she remembered quite well, attacked her empire over a year ago. She slipped out the letter. It was stamped with the royal seal. She grew even more curious. 'I offer my deepest condolence on the great loss you have suffered." She turned the letter over and read through the written words again. "Just that?" She murmured, "and why now?" Picking up the envelope and scanning through it, she realized the letter was almost a year old. "What…" She checked the dates again but it read the same.

My chest was pounding fast after the revelation. Silence. Deafening silence erupted. He finally said "You have no idea how long i have waited for you to say that" He gave me a side smile leaving me totally confused. "What do you mean by that?" I arched a brow at him "I'm celebrating my company's anniversary this coming weekend, I'll show and tell you everything there" He planted a brief kiss on my lips. "I'll send you an invite to your office tomorrow" he paused "thank you" "For what?"

Let the peasants tremble in his presence. I took a breath. “Noted. That’s everything on your agenda.” He didn’t acknowledge that. Christof rarely acknowledged anything I said unless it benefited him directly. He tapped his pen twice, leaned back in his leather chair, and then— “Actually,” he said, eyes lifting to me, “there’s one more thing I need handled.” There was always “one more thing.” I prepared my mind and soul for impact. “I need you to begin preparations for the anniversary.” “…Anniversary?” I asked carefully. “The… company’s anniversary isn’t until next year.”

For a long moment, I couldn't bring myself to open it. Then I unfolded the paper. Happy Anniversary, my love. You always lose track of time whenever work gets busy, so I thought I'd give you something that would remind you to slow down once in a while. Thank you for four beautiful years. I hope we'll spend many more anniversaries together. I love you. Lia My vision blurred. The date at the bottom of the card stopped me cold. It was from last year. Our anniversary. The anniversary I'd completely forgotten.

Every hope she'd carried. Every disappointment she'd hidden. Every excuse she'd made for me. Some letters were only a few lines long. Others stretched across several pages. She'd written whenever she couldn't speak. Whenever I was too busy. Whenever she felt invisible. One envelope was thicker than the others. The date caught my attention. It was written the night I'd forgotten our wedding anniversary. The very anniversary Lucas had unknowingly spent with her. My heart pounded as I unfolded it. --- ‘Dear Ryan, Happy anniversary.

“What’s?” "A letter." Ivy answered densely and clearly. “Letter?” Apparently Ivy still has to explain for her friend to understand. “Yes letter, practical and simple. Long ago didn't I wrote once a letter to you. And yesterday too, actually I plan to write one.” “Oh, that's a good one. A letter!” It was a long time ago, and I thought it was fun and memorable to exchange letters with someone. “In the letter we will still use alias names, right?”

Nari and Keegan exclaimed, as confetti burst into the air. The board spelled out: “HAPPY 10TH WEDDING ANIVERSARY.” It was covered in bright colors and different designs, clearly made by their own hands. So that’s what had kept them busy yesterday! No wonder they didn’t want me to enter their room. I couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement, noticing that the letter N was missing in the word “anniversary.” “I thought you already put them to bed.” I glanced at him. “I thought so too,” he shrugged.

No stamp. Just three letters that made her skin prickle. Ava crouched to pick it up, her brows pinching together. Her mom never wrote notes. Ever. And her friends? If they had something to say, they texted, snapped, or spammed her with memes until she responded. Nobody her age owned envelopes, let alone used them. She turned it over in her hands. The flap wasn’t sealed. Which was almost worse, like the writer hadn’t even bothered to pretend this was private—like they wanted her to read it right away.

All I left her were a few dreamlike years of memories and the engagement ring, placed neatly on the table. Beneath it lay a note: [Selena, happy anniversary.] … At the airport, my mom asked me one last time, "Don't you regret leaving Lena behind?" Boarding was announced. I tightened my grip on my suitcase and smiled faintly. "No, I don't."

Maybe he had an event today,' I thought. I reached for the envelope, as I looked at the content of the letter inside. It reads:”Mi Amor, trust your day was good. Mine has been beautiful, just as your radiant personality.”I stopped reading as I blushed at that part. "I guess you must have seen my small package. I hope it fits you. Will you like to be my date tonight for my uncle's wedding anniversary?”I smiled, as I took my phone to send a reply. "Thanks for the gift. I love you. And yes, I would like to be your date tonight.”I was about to hit the sent button when it occurred to me, the second sentence I used.