Letters Novels & Stories

Looks like he had won the kids over all in one day. When we got ready to leave, Aza gave Micheal a hug. The boys wanted to watch the next Laker game with him, because Lebron was in the championship. On the way home the kids was talking nonstop. i was listening to my favorite singer Jhene Aikos. I loved her. I could listen to my girl all day. She was a whole vibe. So boys, what did you think of Micheal?" "I mean he cool, but he not dad." Junior said.

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He pauses with confusion and scratches his head. "You idiot," Nammy sighs as she stands up from her seat to check what he did wrong. "It says 'Murder Amanda, no one dies, Yours...' I'm guessing this '49' is just the number '49' because there are only twenty-six letters in the english alphabet." She glances at Keith with a smile, "'Murder Amanda, No one dies, Yours49'"

​I knelt beside it, running my fingertips across the rough grain of the oak. Unlike the rest of my father’s storage boxes, this chest was secured with a heavy, tarnished brass latch. Right above the keyhole, deeply carved into the wood, was a familiar mark—a sharp, stylized emblem surrounded by a ring of thorns. ​My breath caught in my throat. It was the same crest I had seen on Gabriel’s map. ​"Looking for this?" ​I jumped, my head snapping around. Leo was standing behind a wooden wardrobe, holding my sketchpad out with a sheepish look on his face.

“And what would that be?” “I want your ledger.” Cutter laughed, struggling to stifle a cough. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your black book. The ledger you keep locked away. The one that contains your club’s contacts, business associates, bank codes. You know the one I’m talking about.”

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

As the ashes on the floor began to rearrange themselves, Ryan, Beck, and Josh watched in awe and disbelief. The letters formed a font that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if imbued with ancient magic. The letters were sharp and angular, with intricate curves and loops that seemed to flow like a river of silver. Each character was etched in a delicate script, with lines so thin they were almost imperceptible. The font seemed to be alive, pulsing with an energy that emanated from the very heart of the script.

091: W Y F T Y E V K C R 092: R Z L Z E E Y T E N 093: Q M U B J T T T T R 094: U E L G Y L W H E R 095: L O O Y X A Z H I L 096: R W D T K H A N V X 097: T B U B N C A I C E 098: O F C D H N C E Z R 099: C J F Y H F Y U S K 100: F W W Z W E Y Z T F

“Come on. Collect the bags from your cousin.” “Hey man,” he did as his mum said and walked up to Alex. “Hi. I believe you already know me but I’m Lucas John, just in case.” “Hi,” Alex awkwardly waved. Now staring at him from a closer angle, he could spot some similarities between him and his aunt. “Yeah, I do. I don’t think we’ve met before so well, I’m Alex. Um, Alex Croft.” “About your dad,” Lucas bit his lip. “I’m sorry.”