Letter To A Great Friend Novels & Stories

I opened it and it read thus: “As you might have observed, my partner is an early bird, so there is a high chance of us not seeing each other before we go on our separate journey. I am missing you already and I hope you are missing me as well as you read this letter. Make sure you come back alive as I still need you, my best friend. I wish you a safe and fruitful journey.” -Tasha.

I opened the scroll and read Hector's work. ______________________________ ❝ To my dearest rival and best friend, Zen Riftan. Today, I want to tell you that I have safely arrived in the West, thanks to your guards. Not that you care, but I thought it would be nice if you knew about it. You have probably read this point of the letter and are thinking to yourself: 'Why should I bother reading this idiot's message?' Well, the joke's on you because I actually have spicy news for you.

Dear Evans, I’m not quite sure what to write here, since I use my phone mostly, but since you’re my friend I’ll gladly write a letter for you. I heard my dad say you’re coming back tomorrow so I’m writing this in a hurry. I really hope we can hangout after you come back here. I wanted to show you something that will prove that werewolves also love. But anyways, other than that I really want to hangout with you, because you seem really cool . So whenever you read this, reply with a day and a date that we can hangout, and I’ll be there to pick you up! Alright that’s all. Hope you have a great day at work. And hope to see you soon!

I ran to the drawer where her letters were, opened it and picked up the letters. The first one that I picked was her resignation letter. I put it on the table and picked the second letter, the one she wrote to me. I tore the envelope hurriedly and brought out the letter Dear Lexi, How are you? I hope you are doing great. The last time that I asked you such a question was like a thousand years ago. That is what it feels like. Even though you consider me your enemy, I still consider you my best friend because you're my best friend and you will always be my best friend.

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

It was a letter, written in the familiar scrawl of my late friend, Mary, her words a balm to my weary soul as I read them aloud to Meera. "My dearest Iris," the letter began, its words filled with love and longing. "I hope this letter finds you well, wherever you may be. I wanted to reach out to you one last time, to let you know how much you meant to me, and how grateful I am to have had you in my life."

It felt good to give them something, after everything they have given to me. That’s why, in that letter, I wrote Jack and Shirley first, and then Mom later. Wow, that got intense. And long. Sorry about that. To wrap it up, yes I celebrate Thanksgiving, and no, your school picture is not silly either. Hope to hear from you soon! Your friend, Haven

The first letter said, "Dear Hamilton, Although the time we knew each other wasn't this big, I am sure we have a deep friendship, brotherhood between us. You are the only one I can trust, mate. You must have gotten wind on the terrible situation I landed myself in, and at this state, there is no one I can turn to other than you, my buddy. I don't seek help for myself but for my younger sister. Growing up, I have protected her too much, and she has no idea of how things work. I am worried that if something were to happen to me, it would be tough on her to continue living with the way she is. That's why, I hope you could deliver everything I have locked up in my cupboard drawer to her. It woul

Yours sincerely Jacob Mont Blanc. He had sent it a year and half before the massacre. I read several more he had written to the Primes and to my father until there were 6 letters left. I picked the first one, unfolding it, my heart skipping at the first sentence. My Dearest Adelaide, Although you know me only by my name, I am your true mate. I understand that you may doubt the contents of this letter, as we have not formally met for you to ascertain the truth of my claim. If you afford me a chance to meet with you, I will gladly explain how I came to know of this information. Your questions and doubts will be addressed, and I will answer them honestly and sincerely.

Alex came to sit in front of me. "You do know what this means right?" He looked at me with the question mark on his face. I was a bit lost. He pointed to the letter. And it took me a while to figure it out. "The letter didn't get to him. It might have been one of the last things your father wrote, if it didn't get sent. I wonder if this 'friend' was expecting it. What do you think?"