Break Up Letters Novels & Stories

Raff breathes as everyone surges forward to explore the new space. “This is it,” Robert says, holding up a thick ancient-looking book. The cover is made of what looks like delicate leather but there are no markings on the cover to indicate what it is. Deacon takes the book from him and opens it with care. The script is handwritten and as he flicks through the pages it is clear to see that many different people have written in this book, using different writing styles and tools. “What about the branding kit? Do you see it?” Luke asks, drawing everyone’s attention back to the task.

After Miriam leaves, Jessa makes a call. ' hey mate, let the game start!' Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“Why don’t we… just work now?” Myron placed a hand on the back of my chair. “Anything you want, moonlight.” Timothy’s fingers snapped his pen in half. I jumped, startled. He cursed under his breath and tossed the broken pen aside. “Sorry,” he muttered, voice sounding like two stones grinding together. I swallowed hard and opened my laptop. This was going to be a long week.

Grace looked at her with contempt, making Harry uncomfortable with both of them at the same time. "Well, I don't want arguments and even less at breakfast time, have you had breakfast? Or would you rather I tell Genesis to bring you a dish?" "Thank you, my love, I haven't had breakfast, it will be a pleasure to join you." Harry calls Genesis to bring a plate of fruits and protein to Grace, who starts talking like crazy, leaving them with a pending conversation, and it wasn't just for breakfast time, he did it almost all morning, harry had some specific hours of therapy and medication delivery and for his brain not to suffer consequences he had to do it by obligation.

Even if it meant, leaving the person I really couldn’t live without. I wiped the tears falling from my eyes and sat right up, taking a piece of paper and a pen out of my bag. Since I know that I couldn’t bear to see Knight in person, I’m going to break up with him through a letter. I don’t want to call him because he would just hear my weak, crying voice. I don’t want that. I took a deep breath and began writing the first break up message I have ever made in my whole life. This time, he is not breaking up with me. I am.

"I've never seen someone this vile. Scamming her boyfriend was bad enough, and now she's doing racy streams to rake in money. You make so much every day. Have you ever done a single decent thing with it?" I hadn't finished reading when a sudden stench hit me. Landon Schmidt was clinging to my leg, crying uncontrollably. Right before his filthy face was about to rub against my skirt, I kicked him away. "Annabeth, I miss you. I really do," he cried. "Even knowing you lied to me, I still love you. Can we start over? Let's forget everything that happened." I stood a short distance away, watching him calmly. My face was filled with disgust and contempt.

I should’ve braced harder. But I didn’t. My hands opened the paper. And then the world stopped. "That’s..." My breath vanished. My voice cracked. My entire chest caved in. "Shit!" Renato cursed, banging his fist on the steering wheel. My vision blurred. My hands were shaking, fingers crumpling the photo I couldn't look away from. My sister's and Curtis' face stared back at me—wide-eyed, innocent, a familiar tilt to her smile. “Please don’t fall apart,” Renato said. But it was too late, I was already breaking inside.

She reacted to the video with the emoji of a middle finger raised in the air, as if to say fuck you! When Tessa Walker first broke up with me back at Toland High School, I promised myself I would make her pay, and regret ever leaving me for a random new guy who had joined Toland High just days earlier. Now I was hearing that they had broken up and that she was coming to Elitis High, perhaps to reclaim what she had once thrown away. My eyes darted to a figure standing beside me. “So it was you,” she said with teary eyes. “You’re behind this,” she whispered.

She wrote the code once again on the paper: C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 “Seventeen letters from C to the right is T. Nineteen letters from O is H. One letter from D is E…,” she kept on mumbling while writing. “And the result is….” C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15 T-H-E-A-L-C-H-E-M-I-S-T “The Alchemist?” She startled.

As the ashes on the floor began to rearrange themselves, Ryan, Beck, and Josh watched in awe and disbelief. The letters formed a font that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if imbued with ancient magic. The letters were sharp and angular, with intricate curves and loops that seemed to flow like a river of silver. Each character was etched in a delicate script, with lines so thin they were almost imperceptible. The font seemed to be alive, pulsing with an energy that emanated from the very heart of the script.