Anniversary Letter Novels & Stories

His birthday, our anniversary and many other love letters to keep him company or rather to remind him of me. I clutched the necklace he gave me and sighed. There’s little time for me to prepare a gift, I hope these letters would be enough to keep him going for a while until he forgets about me. I felt painful tugs in my heart at the thought of him forgetting about me and getting another mate.

Vivian murmured. “Another wedding anniversary! Two years wedding anniversary, hmm! Cool!” The expression on Vivian’s face changed as she uttered that. ‘What other purpose are you expecting, YOU'RE JUST AN ALTERNATIVE TO ME’ Vivian recalled the Ryan’s word again. It just used to ring in her head like bell. “It doesn't worth to be celebrated” Vivian uttered and referring to the anniversary. She turned the page over to another page, she didn't want to be seeing the date so that she would be remembering. She placed the calendar down on the bed-table.

This year, I made sure I checked the group and it was written as; "Good evening great Allen Luxury International student. Trust you'll are good. The school is delighted that, tomorrow Valentine celebration would be full celebration. There won't be ant form of school activities. Tomorrow, which dated for love celebration, the school had given the student the full freedom to come have fun in your dazzling dresses and come play game, too. Yours dearly, Sighed Alen Grey."

I turned the envelope over in my hands thoughtfully. There was no return address. I didn’t open it yet, hhe letter wasn't only for me after all. Instead, I walked back into the bedroom. “Hayden?” I said. “Yes?” he turned to the door where I stood, his eyes unfocused. “We received something.” He paused. “From?” I’m not sure yet.” I broke the seal carefully. I unfolded the paper inside and began to read. “You are cordially invited to the 10th Anniversary Gala of the Grand Codac, celebrating a decade of innovation and excellence…”

The contents of the letter said; “A wonderful morning sweetheart. And happy third anniversary to us!! The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step and I’m happy we’ve made it this far. Firstly, I want to thank you for last night. It was amazing. I enjoyed every second of it. You must be wondering why I had left very early this morning. Well, I had gone to meet up with the event planner and oversee the preparations she is making for our anniversary dinner party tomorrow. I need to make sure everything is perfect and matches up to our taste.

“I made your favorite.” He finally looked at the table. “You didn’t have to.” “It’s our anniversary,” I said softly. He looked away. “Right.” Just that — right. No “happy anniversary,” no smile, no hug. Just a word that felt like a blade sliding into my chest. I tried to hold the silence, but he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. “Here.” My eyes brightened despite myself. “What’s this?” “A letter,” he said flatly, handing it over.

Mine, however, is. When you get this letter, it will probably be almost Thanksgiving, so, Happy Thanksgiving. Wait, do you celebrate Thanksgiving? I’m sorry if you don’t. If you do, well then, uh… Happy Thanksgiving! Your Friend, Wesley Stone ********** HAVEN POV I folded up the letter from Wesley, stuck it back into the envelope, and placed it into my dance bag. Then I carefully organized the purple floral stationery paper Mom helped me pick out, and put my reply letter into one of the coordinating envelopes.

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye

Love Across Borders A year of correspondence. She had not intended to count the time—it was not the kind of thing she typically tracked—but the anniversary of the function in April arrived and she was aware of it in the specific way you were aware of things that had organized themselves into time. A year of letters. A year of the particular quality of communication that letters produced, which was different from conversation in ways she had been thinking about since she was sixteen and had learned the difference between talking to someone and writing to someone.

​Alex’s fingers trembled violently as the tiny baby shoe rested in his palm. His eyes slowly drifted to the folded letter, scanning the few short lines written in Javier's familiar hand: ​Alex, ​I wanted to tell you this on our anniversary. I imagined you’d smile, hug me, and tell me we’d finally become the family we’d always dreamed of. But you never came. So, I’ll keep this surprise to myself until you remember that you have a wife waiting for you at home.