Anniversary Letter Novels & Stories

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.

'My beautiful Elsie, I hope you like the gift I left for you, we know this is how traitors are dealt with. I wanted to wish you a Happy Anniversary, do you remember the day we had our first proper date? Wasn't it a tender moment?' I felt sick to my stomach, bile was beginning to rise in my throat as I found myself reading the letter in my head with Rory's voice, but I carried on. 'I want to celebrate this joyous moment, meet me in the same place we shared that first date all those years ago. Before someone else close to you gets hurt… All my love, your Rory xx'

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.

I don't bother asking, I just allow myself to reminisce on what happened. Leonard has never forgotten our anniversary before. He always remembers, even though he doesn't see them as special as I tag them, he never forgets. This is because it’s just who he is—he remembers dates, numbers, insignificant details no one else would. He's usually the first to wish me a happy anniversary in the morning before heading to work even if it was through a short casual text. And even though it's always been a repeat of the last in terms of gifting and all that. That has never been my problem.

"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

Rocky urged him on, and Darius gritted his jaw slowly as he stared down at the letter. Flipping through it, he quickly read the contents. How could he possibly have forgotten? He wondered, checking the date by his side as he verified what he was seeing. "It's a letter reminding me of the annual pack’s anniversary party. Today marks the fourth New Year's Eve. I absolutely forgot, and I haven't even begun to prepare." Darius mumbled.

I opened it carefully. Inside was an elegant card, more understated than the gala invitation had been, announcing a private celebration marking Hart Global's successful quarter and the finalization of several major contracts. The guest list, according to the accompanying note, would be considerably smaller than the previous event, limited to key partners and close business associates. I scanned the card's formal language, expecting the same standard corporate invitation format I had received before. Then I noticed the handwriting near the bottom. Written by hand, in the same elegant script I knew immediately from anniversary cards and birthday notes exchanged years earlier, back when such ge

I whispered… Happy Anniversary Mate!

We are next to each other and going to sleep when I remember something. “Hubby.” “Hmm??” He answered me while hugging me and leaning on me. “My company's anniversary is next week,” He looked up at me because of that. “Really? Then is there something I can help you?” “I would like to introduce you to them,” He smiled at what I said and touch my cheek. “Really? Then I am on it.”