Letters To Romeo Novels & Stories

I said and he immediately excused himself. I opened the letter and it was really from Verona, Italy and the address here is correct too. I wondered who it was, so I flipped the paper and saw a name. It was from Casa Di Giulietta. Hmm, I have never been there. This must be for Sushmita's but I opened the letter anyway. I read her letter first and as I was reading it I couldn't help but notice a few dried teardrops on the paper which made the ink clearer. She was devastated and I can feel it in her letter that she was really in pain.

This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring her with us because of her pregnancy. But…but you can talk to her on a video call.” Immediately Romeo started jumping like a puppy in love. Ella giggled at his excitement. “Let me grab my Ipad.”, Saying this, she went inside her room. I too started walking toward her room silently. Romeo looked at me but stayed quiet. He was definitely a smart dog! “Romeo, will it be fine if we call Juliet after 10? It’s midnight in Italy.”, I heard Ella speaking from the room. Romeo barked twice and left from there. As if he was saying ‘it’s okay’.

*** Romeo went to the study expecting his father to read as he is always doing most of his leisure. “Father!” Romeo opened the door without bothering to knock. Both attention of Mercucio and the head of the house went on him seemingly disturbed for the little commotion. “What would an heir of house Montagues want?” the gentle man brought back the scroll down the desk. It bore the seal of the king. “I am having an idea that Mercucio already told ye the fight that we had today. How’s your wound?” Romeo sat on the chair near the desk.

I must have been unsuccessful in creating an untroubled face as Lucien crosses the room toward me, "Hey, Ari. Are you sure everything's alright? Your school principal, he called me, you know, and said he wanted to meet with me as soon as possible. It sounded important." "What?" I ask him. It takes me a second to remember that the boys and I have been keeping Lucien in the dark about the letters I've been receiving. And we have become so caught up in it, we forgot that the adults at school might have caught wind of it as well. Of course, they are going to tell Lucien.

Her father sighed softly. “What?” Roma frowned in confusion at her reaction. “You told us in your letter weeks ago.” “My letter?” “Yes,” her father answered. Milan stared at them. She was in utter disbelief. “I never sent any letter.” Roma looked genuinely confused now. “What do you mean? You wrote everything in it.” Then the memory struck her. The letter she had written inside Vito’s estate. The one she cried over late at night. The one she could never bring herself to send.

She was beyond beautiful and she lacked the words to describe her appearance. "OMG, Romeo is gonna die when he sees you. Are you even real? Your beauty is so magical." Mia complimented. The wedding planner signaled them to be on their way to the church and before then, there was another knock on the door. Mia went to get it and she didn't see who brought it but she instantly knew it was Romeo when she saw the handwriting and handed it over to Maria. It read 'I don't know which jewel you are wearing but I bought this especially for you on this special day. Please don't wear it if it doesn't compliment your gown but I will love to see you in it sooner. Love, Romeo.

“In a few days, I don't know when but we'll see” “But that's not what I want to hear. I need you now, if not sooner than now” Out of sheer frustration Leonardo slammed his hand against the desk, he quickly looked at the watch and realized that there were still four more hours before his wife arrived home. But for now, he would have to destroy the threatening letter that was sent to destroy and disturb the peace and sanctity of his home. “Just relax my friend, you know what? Just for you, I'll make sure that I'm there tomorrow and then we can see what we can do about this. We cannot let Rhea win”

"You have no right to talk about swearing to each other. You stood right here, promising that you will protect me forever. "What happened? Those three hundred love letters, each one of them, were for Sofia." At the mention of the love letters, Sofia's face lost all its color. Lorenzo explained frantically, "Vittoria, let me explain! I wrote them when I was young and immature! I didn't send them out because I fell in love with you. I only kept them as a reminder to not make any more mistakes!" Lorenzo turned to Sofia with a resentful gaze and added, , "As for Sofia… It's all her fault! She seduced me! She got me drunk that night! Vittoria, I'm innocent!"

Everything I thought I'd never be. I'd never pictured myself sitting down with a book and pen, thinking of words to tell a girl, and trying to make my calligraphy impressive for extra touch. That's all Romeo and Juliet shit. And I'm not a damn Romeo. Never been. “There's got to be another way. Writing a letter isn't it.” I dismissed, shuddering at the thought. “Fine. What other way?” “You,” I pointed at him. “Go to her house and tell her how sorry I am about her altercation with Joyce.”