Crooked Letter Novels & Stories

The feel changed from normal, flimsy copy paper to thick, creamy stock that felt heavy and important in her hands. The letterhead was unknown, a fancy, raised logo she had never seen before and it felt like a fancy design of an oak tree, its roots and branches mixing with a compass. Beside it, in a serious, fancy font, were the words: THE NORTHWOOD EDUCATIONAL TRUST.

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.

CLUMSINESS. Awkward, lacking coordination, not graceful, not dexterous. Anna Davenport had often tried to be cool and collected, especially whenever she found herself amongst people, but as her clumsiness would always have it, she had just shown that in front of two of her residents.

I read the content quickly with my eyes, it's a letter of admission addressed to me from a certain 'Mooncrust Academy. I look ahead of me, where towers reach high into the sky, their spires lost in the fog. I squint my eyes to look in the distance. The angular tip has a glowing engraving 'MOONCRUST ACADEMY.', a sense of dread envelopes me but not the kind I felt when I turned to the hungry rogues in the darkness behind me.

Connor told his father to be gentle with me and that if he isn't, he could break my hand. He shook my hand very softly, and I saw where Connor had inherited his good looks from. Alpha Valor is like an older and more mature version of Connor, which shows that Connor will be even more handsome in his older days. He was also the same height as him. Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s.

Then he stood and walked to the clear banister with the silver railing and turned his back toward me. "Montague?" he asked, looking out onto the city's lights. "I don't suppose Shakespeare wrote a play about your family?" "Different Montagues, I believe." He turned around, his arms crossed over his chest. The position pulled the seams of his shirt, straining them against his shoulders. "As in Montague Corporation—tobacco." "Yes."

"Yeah, one last thing." She rolled onto her stomach again, "Honestly, I can't believe you haven't figured this out. I'm not sure why people think you're the smart one." As she teased him, she wrote an 'imu' in the sand. Then another. And another. But the word changed slightly each time -- just at the middle letter. Its outside legs grew a little longer with each new version. The legs curved inwards and joined at a point underneath. The middle leg shortened slightly. The middle letter wasn't a letter at all. It never was. He'd guessed wrong years ago and never looked back.

It has also a gothic font that only Andrea used. "What if the council will reject this letter?" Franklin asked her, still not confident to become the Alpha of the North pack even though he has all the qualities of an Alpha. Andrea just smiled at him. "Don't worry. As soon as they see the design of the letter, they will accept it. Only the Lopez family used that font, and they will know that it came from me, so they will not ignore it," Andrea said, assuring Franklin. Franklin nodded and put the letter to his drawer.

Then Mike began to feels some dark humor behind in every work she done from the painting that looks like colorful but the title is opposite then the sketch where you can see a man wearing a gothic cloth walking in the middle of the rain then Mike keeps staring at the sketch she made every details he observe it carefully and some background as he flip's the sketch again the title is the same 'The progress of the storm' now Mike began to spoiled at the title he is desperate to know the meaning then next he picked up the construction helmet he barely remembers his helmet while they are working the bridge project Mike then cleaned the helmet as he try to wear it just to try he notice something i

He was gone! Her bully had finally left her but she wasn't relieved. She felt miserable and lonely. She was sad but she was also mad at him. How could he be so cruel? How could he abandon her with those words? He used her. She scoffed at the notion. Azriel Ledger was an egoistic, self-centered beast but he wasn't a liar. She knew in her heart that he meant it when he told her that she was his wish and when he had protected her with his life. If he thought some bitter words would make her hate him then he was wrong.