Crooked Letter Novels & Stories

“A message arrived this morning.” Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?” His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.” Her heart skipped. “They know?” “They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.” Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.

“Touché. But I was never Charli, not until Del Mar. I wasn’t even Alex until Stanford. I was always Alexandria. That was the name on the outside of the envelope. My point is that my cousin, Patrick, knew Bryce...well, forever. He calls him Spence. I’d never thought about it until the other night when Pat was talking about him. Over and over, he referred to him as Spence. Nox knows him, somehow, and calls him Edward.” “His first name.” “Yes, Edward Bryce Carmichael Spencer.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that only some of us who have known him forever call him Bryce. According to Nox, in business, he goes by Edward.” “The letter was signed Bryce.” I nodded. “Which is the way he’d sign it

The main diamond was shaped like the letter L. “Liana,” I muttered. It was the first letter of her name. My name is Ava. If Chris had wanted to give me a diamond necklace with my initial, it should have been A, not L. I had been a fool all along. Realizing this made me hate Chris even more. I regretted ever knowing him—he was a devil in disguise. Just when I thought I was beginning to heal, life found a new way to tear the wound open.

I open the door and the flowers are thrust in my face while the longest sentence known to man is voiced. "I'msorryIfreakedpleaseforgivemeImissmybestfriend." Daniel.

Letter by letter. "I SEE YOU"

My eyes moved to the word beneath it. Italic script. The letters leaning into each other with the compressed elegance of a font chosen by someone who understood that how you wrote your name was its own kind of statement. C — r — o — w — e. Five letters. The first one tall. The r and o pressed close in the italic lean. The w that had read like two letters in my sketch because in italics it nearly was. The e at the end with its curved base. Crowe. My notebook sketch was right.

Puzzled at who dropped it, she picked it and looked both ways to see if someone was watching then stepped inside. She got a proper look at the envelope and her heart skipped a beat. it was Harvard and it was unmistakable this was the reply for the new application she did. She was nervous, this letter can contain either good or bad news. She calmed herself and opened the letter. " Dear Elena, your application to studying arts at Harvard University has been accepted" the letter read. Elena screamed in Joy, finally, she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Her birthday started well

said one of the other Alphas. "The seventeenth letter," Kade said. Everyone looked at him. He hadn't moved from his chair. He sat with the unhurried authority of someone who had decided the outcome of this moment before it began. "Alpha Reyn forms his seventeenth letter — f — with a particular downward hook. Consistent across every document on record. This letter does not have it." He looked at Zara, just for a moment. "It's a forgery." The room considered this. The room did not care enough.

However, because she was too focused on the mission, she immediately crawled up and grabbed the documents in the middle of the table. "Oh? What is this?" Sky tilted her head, examining the letters carved into the center of the desk. "It's like a winding road, perfect for the adventurous me. That means, it's the letter S for Sky." She traced the letter with her finger. "Then, this is the letter K for koala. And this is the letter Y for yeay!" Sky raised both hands, imitating how someone would cheer. A second later, she returned to focusing on the letters.

He really was handsome. I scratched my cheek, looking at Fluffy again. Its tail wagged in a cat-like fashion, swaying too and frow. My brow furrowed, wondering until Creed took a loose piece of leather and scratched a name. My mouth opened wide, him looking at the different letters that I had created on the side of the cave wall. “W-A-L-O-W,” I spoke out loud. Did he just spell a word? Brawn and brains? I hit the mother load!