Faded Letters

When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."

“I didn't think you'd come,” Mason Remington said. Lisa's breathing slowly increased as she tightly gripped the contract in her hands. It was already rumpled from the many times she'd read it, playing its letters like a movie in her head, over and over. Was she honestly considering it? She had a boyfriend. And even though she had always wanted Mason, craved him for years, he was her brother's best friend, who before today had never thought of her as anything other than a little sister. She knew what he wanted and what she'd be getting into if she went through with this, but all those thoughts seemed to vanish as she made her way into his office. Mason closed the distance between them, drawing her close with his hands to her waist and closing the door forcefully behind her. He now had her in his arms, giving her a small smile before crushing his mouth to hers, shutting her up before she could say anything. His hands moved up her back and crushed her tiny body against his, causing a quiet moan from her. He kissed her as though he was hungry for her. It wasn't just a show of power but desire. And with every brush of his tongue against hers, she knew all too well, that there was no way on earth she could say no to his proposal.

"This year, there's only one spot available–and I fought hard to secure it for you. "If things don't work out with Baron Cole, I'll talk to him. You two have a strong relationship. Waiting a few years won't matter." As I stared at the application form my professor handed me, my hands would not stop trembling. In my previous life, I spent forty years married to Baron. We raised a son and a daughter. I thought that was what a complete, fulfilled life looked like. However, after he died, while sorting through his belongings, I found a box filled with letters and photographs. That was when I learned the truth–he had always loved someone else. She was his first love… and the biological daughter of the family that raised me. Back in 1984, he hid my study-abroad application, giving the opportunity to her instead. From that moment on, I became a housewife. And he devoted himself to helping the woman he loved rise–until she returned from overseas as a celebrated professor. Even my own son later turned their story into a drama, glorifying their restrained, enduring love. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I first received that application form. This time, I did not hesitate. "Professor, I'm going abroad."

I was a broken human, surviving in Northern Wolf Kingdom. Once, I was attacked by the mortal enemy of the Northern Wolf Kingdom for generations—a pack composed of werewolves who believed in dark forces—and I almost died. It was Rhett, the half‑wolf scorned by all, who shifted and ripped through werewolves to save me. Blood-soaked, he cradled me as my breath faded and said, "Fiona, anyone who touches you dies." To keep a human at his side, he challenged the elders one by one, until he ruled the entire Northern Wolf Kingdom. He named me his fated mate, the only Luna Queen he would ever recognize. Then the former Alpha King's daughter appeared, her belly heavy with pup. Her gaze brimmed with provocation as she sneered, "Rhett said your human body is too weak to bear pups. For the survival of the Kingdom, he must claim me. I am the one true Luna Queen of the Wolf Kingdom." "A defective creature like you is fit only to be his pet, not to carry the Alpha King's heir." I laughed softly and drew a blade forged of pure silver, made to kill wolves. The edge pressed to her swollen belly. The silver scorched her skin, and she screamed. Through the mind-link, I spoke to Rhett: "Do you hear that? Your precious treasure is screaming. So tell me, are you going to protect the future of your Kingdom, or make sure the knife in your 'pet's' hand doesn't go any deeper?"

I love him since I saw him. Hindi ako naniniwala sa love at first sight pero ng makita ko siya binali niya ang paniniwala ko. Alam ko sa sarili ko mahal ko siya, kaya ganun nalang ang tuwa ko ng inapproach niya ako pero nawasak ang puso ko "Hindi ba best friend mo si Ms. Clarfson baka pwede mo naman ako sa kanya ipakilala sa kanya". My smile faded, my heart broke into pieces. Mahal ko siya at hanggad ko ang kaligayahan niya. Kung sa best friend ko siya sasaya bakit ko namana aalisin ang kaligayahan niya. Decades passed by, for almost decade ko na sya minamahal ng pa lihim. Could you imagine for almost decades na din ako nasasaktan ng palihim. But everything ruin, when my best friend married someone else and left my man broken. I don't know what happen but I found myself sharing a bed with the man I loved. I got pregnant with his child. Being pregnant with his child gives me hope, hope that he's going to love me how I love him but the hope has vanished. My love for him turns to anger and hatred. Is my love for him gonna die or consisting loving him even it's killing me?

Tracy Brooks was the only survivor of a fatal car accident that involved her and her parents. She grew up as an orphan child in the care of Mr Edward Parker - a billionaire. Naive, she thought Mr Edward Parker had been too kind after the passing of her parents. So when he arranged for her to marry his son Charles Parker who was against the marriage - she gladly accepted. Tracy had a crush on Charles since childhood, and she thought he would make a great husband. She committed three years of her life to their marriage - and during that time, she paused her dream of becoming a tv personality. Tracy's love was unrequited. She tried her best to make Charles love her. But he was done pretending. Charles finally came clear and broke her heart on no other day but her 28th birthday. The same day that marked their third wedding anniversary and also the day her parents were involved in an accident that killed her mum on the spot. "I'm done pretending. Let's put an end to this charade. I want a divorce, Tracy!" As the years progressed, Tracy became a well-known television personality. She hosted a show called "Ties That Bind." - a relationship show where she read letters from anonymous viewers who had relationship issues and needed advice and help. Her ex-husband regretted his actions and wanted her back. But there was a third party in the picture he must conquer to win her back.

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

Jane Riley never thought she would see Daniel Logan again. Years after their painful breakup, she has built a life in New York, running a nonprofit dedicated to underprivileged children. But when Daniel—a self-made billionaire with the power to change her world appears in her life again, everything she thought she knew is shaken. “Why now, Daniel?” Jane asks, struggling to keep her emotions in check as she stands face-to-face with the man who left her heartbroken. “You could have helped without showing up like this.” Daniel, cool and composed, meets her gaze. “I’m here to fix what I broke, Jane. But I’m not leaving until I do.” Their reunion is filled with unresolved tension. Jane, still carrying the scars of their past, is wary of Daniel’s motives. Has he come back for business, or is there something deeper at play? As the two are forced to work together to save Jane’s nonprofit, old wounds resurface, and buried feelings come flooding back. But their love story isn’t the only complication. Daniel’s rival, Jonathan Pierce, sees Jane’s nonprofit as nothing more than a pawn in his corporate games, forcing Daniel to choose between his loyalty to Jane and his business empire. As trust and forgiveness become the story’s heart, Jane is forced to confront the lingering question of whether she can risk her heart again. In the end, Daniel’s sacrifice to protect her nonprofit and expose Jonathan proves his devotion. Jane realizes his love never faded, and together they rebuild both trust and a future. In The Heart Never Forgets, second chances are not just possible—they are powerful, healing, and everlasting.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.