Emo Letter Novels & Stories

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

" What are you talking about? Didn't you send your resignation letter tomorrow? We all were confused about the resignation email that you sent to HR!" Emma who is trying to do her hair, looks at the message that pops up on the screen. First she thought she was reading it wrong. But when she reads it twice, her heart drops.. Her fingers shake as she sits on the stool to look at it properly. " Resignation Letter? Email?" She mumbles, immediately checking her email. And- She freezes on the spot, staring at the email that is writing in cursive front. She hates to use Cursive front. And only person who can do it is---

I knew the Itah clan were good at keeping their weight, but this was amusing. In everything, Emilia cleared her throat as the others gathered what was inside the luggage bag next to Emmy. I stayed looking in between them and then stood to collect my letters sent from the gentleman and Irvan. To which I was pleasantly surprised to hear Emilia ask me, “Allow us to read our letters, then you can read yours, and perhaps we can decipher if they have words of adoration or not, shall we?” I nodded in excitement at this exchange.

Aria didn’t come. She was with the boys. Training. Protecting. Surviving. He wrote a letter instead. Folded it once. Labeled it in his sharpest handwriting: “To Emilio. If I don’t make it to your thirteenth.” Inside: one page. And one sentence. “You were born from the ashes of men like me. But I pray you never learn to breathe smoke the way we did.” ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ CHAMBER — SAME TIME Echo approached.

Despite my negative thoughts, I brought myself to open his email: Ms. Adams, I can tell that you were drunk while sending this due to the astonishing amount of typos and emojis in your email. I'm sure you realize how unprofessional that was, but I am going to let it slide as it seems you have taken my advice. I like the idea and I am giving you the green light to do "eleDATE." Come to my office first thing Monday morning to discuss further, and clarify some things that didn't make sense due to your alcohol intake.