Letter Your Father Novels & Stories

“I didn’t just come on my own, Max. I got a letter. From Richard.” Max froze. “What?” Grace reached into her Hermès bag, producing a crisp envelope. It was worn at the edges, as if she’d read it over and over again. She handed it to him with a strange softness. “He sent it to me months ago. Told me he didn’t think you could… cut it. That you’d fall apart without someone strong. He didn’t want you to be alone.” Max unfolded the letter slowly. His breath hitched as he saw the familiar script. His father’s handwriting—precise, bold, undeniable. There was no doubt.

“Nothing like a perfectly quiet night at home to really recharge after such an… eventful evening.” He finally looked at me over the top of his paper, one eyebrow raised. “You seem… tense. Everything alright at that fancy university of yours? Are you being bullied? Though no one dares knowing who your father is.” “Perfect,” I said sweetly, spreading butter on my toast with more force than necessary. “Just loving how everyone pretends to care while stabbing each other in the back. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Father’s lips twitched, not quite a smile, more like a warning. “Careful, Aria. That sharp tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.”

I’m not worthy of the law, so spare me,’ I can’t help but lampooned and make fun of myself. I just shook my head and grab the plain white envelop that has the stamp of House Edwards. I took the knife cutter and slit it open, and pull a neatly folded letter. At the center of the letter was a another red wax stamp. A stamp that solely belong to the head of the family. My father’s stamp. This letter is from my father. Gulp. I could help but gulped a mouthful of saliva. The letter doesn’t feel dangerous but it has a lingering fear and bitter vibe on it.

“The day he realized he might never have the chance to explain himself.” My fingers tremble as I accept the letter. For a moment, I hesitate. Part of me wants answers. Another part fears what those answers might cost. I slowly unfold the letter. The handwriting is unmistakable. My father’s. The room becomes completely silent as I begin reading. “My dearest Liora…” The first words alone made my vision blur. Nobody has ever written to me like that. I continue reading. “If you are reading this, then I failed to tell you these words while I was alive.”

He unwrapped it and saw a wrist watch inside, he's been talking about it for a while now. "Thanks darling..." He replied. "Well I didn't know what to get you guys so I just wrote you guys a letter." I said and handed it over to them. My Mom read the content out loud: Dear Mom and Dad, I just wanted you guys to know that I love you guys so much. I'm really proud to be your son. I hope you guys continue to have this undying love and admiration for each other. With love, Lance. "Come here son!." My Dad said as all three of us hugged.

Haven't had time between trials and attacks and everything else. I open it carefully. Inside is a letter. Handwritten by my mom. And a small flash drive. "Dear Luna," the letter begins. "We haven't heard from you in so long. We're worried. Your father and I know you're busy with school, but please, just send us something. Let us know you're okay. Your brother asks about you constantly. He misses his big sister. We all do. Love, Mom." The words hit harder than they should.

Where I can be your father and I can make you smile sincerely, that is my wish. I hope you will have a good health and good luck to your adventures in your life my lady. Remember that I will forever remain in your heart and will accompany you through your hardships and struggles. I guess this is a goodbye right? Then, I'll be off. Farewell, my child. Sincerely, Your old man I bit my lower lip trying not to make a sound. I sobbed in silent while holding the letter, tears were flowing heavily from my eyes while my chest feels like it's going to tear apart.

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

I muttered. As I finally opened it, Daddy's handwritten letter greeted me. It was so beautiful, his penmanship captivating despite his masculinity. My Dearest Celeste Koa, My love, I'm certain that when you lay eyes on this letter, I'll be no longer by your side. Or perhaps, it has been a while since I've been away from you. I just want you to know how much I love you, Celeste. When you entered our lives, we didn't plan everything, but I was overjoyed because finally, I had a daughter who I'm confident will continue the legacy I'll leave in this world. You became my strength and weakness during times when I could barely rise from sorrow. You served as my inspiration to carry on with a life f

" She handed a small, yellowed piece of paper to Danial. It was a note written by his father. Danial unfolded the small, yellowed piece of paper, eager to read the words his father had left behind. The letter was short but heartfelt: "My dearest Danial, I hope this letter finds you safe and happy. I know that you must have many questions about why I had to leave, and I wish I could explain it all in person. But circumstances were dire, and I had no choice but to go and leave you and your mother to protect you. Please believe me when I say that I never wanted to leave you. You are my world, my pride, and my joy. I cherish every moment we spent together as a family, and not a day goes by when