Best Love Letters To Her Novels & Stories

Navmi's POV " This might be my last meeting with you. I'm sorry Sugar if this upsets you but its truth. I love you and I can't see him making you his infront of my eyes. I wish you could be me for one day then maybe just maybe you could see what I see when I look at you. Maybe just maybe then you will realise I love you more than words will ever be able to describe ,better yet there are not enough words made to describe what you mean to me. When I see you I see my best friend I see the reason for my smile ,my joy. I see the most caring, loving, generous, kindhearted, funny, talented, smart, amazing, wonderful, protective, loyal and most incredible girl I know. How can I not love you. Even if

] Rather than giving her a call, he preferred letters. When she was young, she loved receiving letters – whether they were in the form of confession, or anything related to that as they had ‘more’ emotions into it. Of course, that doesn’t mean that calls or messages lacked emotions; yet seeing how each stroke of his handwriting was carved into the small sticky note made her smile in joy. “I didn’t you could be this sweet…”

The air carried the faint scent of ash from an old fire pit and the wild herbs growing in the cracks of the cliff. In her hands: a bundle tied in a faded blue ribbon. Letters. Dozens of them. She hadn’t opened the bundle in years, but she remembered every word. Every night spent hunched over parchment, whispering confessions to the moon. Letters written from a place of hope, of aching want, of belief that maybe—just maybe—love could bloom in silence. Tonight, she’d come to let that silence burn.

Cruel wails broke from her throat as each feeling she’d attempted to smother over the past week, burst through her resistances and came tumbling out. She wasn’t beyond any doubt how much time had passed or how numerous times she rehash the letter. She didn’t move from that chair until late that night. When she come to her room, she collapsed the paper, delicate and saturated with tears, and affectionately tucked it into her gems box, next to her mother’s pearl studs and her walnut kisses. Her hand brushed over the note one final time and she whispered, “Thank you.” Everything that letter said, and the privileged insights tucked between the lines, pulled verse out of torment and exemplified w

She was too much in awe of the books that she hadn't even noticed when he took his leave. Belladonna slowly stepped away from the window side and came to the trolley. There was an envelope right on top of the stack of books. It was a handwritten letter, probably the best handwriting she had ever seen. It read: 'To my Bride, I have observed you like books but sadly, I haven't paid close enough attention to know precisely the type you like. I hope, at least, one of these would be it, and would serve the purpose of my peace offering to you.

He used to kiss my stomach before leaving for the office even when we were mad at each other and today he kinda slipped. I shook my head and kissed his forehead where his hands were still wrapped around my stomach. "You are a good dad." And he gave me an award-winning smile showing his cute dimples which I have fallen for him every minute. "And I love you too." He flashed a toothless grin. * The End... Thanks for reading this story. It is my very first work and I have been finished three books till now. For Her The Hidden Secrets Give Me A Second Chance Please check out my books. Thanks for supporting me through my up and down. With Love, Anisha.

Valarie The light reflecting from the candle across the room, casting shadows on the walls. The cool air brushed past me once again and I shivered, feeling cold from inside as I turned to look at the stack of letters I had written and placed in a table by the corner of the room. For Kaden. For Grey. For Ansel. For Elara. For Sky. Each word was a goodbye. A silent plea for forgiveness. A final confession of love. I had cried while writing letter and I knew the wetness of my teardrops that had dried would be evident as they read the letters.

She thanked him repeatedly. Barlen, with a faint smile, said, "No need to thank me. Consider it a graduation gift. Also a thank you for the ZIPPO you gave me." He paused deliberately before adding, "My girlfriend also liked that ZIPPO, said it was quite unique. I don't know what gifts young girls who just graduated like, so choosing this bag was her suggestion." Lydia's smile froze. It took her a long while to recover. Before she could even hint at her feelings, he had subtly rejected her.

Kailin crossed her arms over her chest, eyes rolling. I picked it up from my drawer. I felt sweating and my heart racing when I had it in my hands. I unfolded it, and it was indeed her penmanship. I hadn’t read the letter, and my chin began trembling. Everyone looked away except Zarah. Hey, baby, By the time you’re reading this, then things didn’t go as I planned. I just want you to know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You taught me how to fight for the people I loved. You taught me the true meaning of love and having a soulmate. If there’s one thing I learned in my life is that nothing in this world is permanent. Even if I’m gone, maybe by some miracle, we’ll meet again

She took away everything, not knowing anything about the pictures and letters, and unknowingly served her fate to Liam on a silver platter. Liam's mother wrote so many love letters for Liam almost every single day which were filled with her experiences, emotions, and love for Liam since the day she met his father. She wanted Liam to know what it feels like to be with our mate and how a woman should be treated like a queen to make the man a king. But Liam's bad... He could get his hands on only one letter. Before he could get everything, it was stolen by Zoey and she ran far away from everyone's eyes.