Letters To Romeo Novels & Stories

Usually, raindrops water the plants and all creatures on Earth. From there, life on Earth can grow and flourish. However, since then, the rain has been dripping with longing for my race. It's also from there that love has blossomed in my soul. "Juliet, I won't stand for you being owned by a man like Paris. Marry me. I've loved you since we first met at the party," Romeo said, kneeling in front of Juliet. "That's not it, Romeo, I love you too, but..." Juliet replied.

" ​Without waiting for a response, Victor turned and strolled casually back toward the house, leaving me alone in the quiet garden with the bloody crimson letter sitting between the teacups. ​My hands shook furiously as I snatched the letter from the table. I slipped around the side of the rose garden and ducked into the shadow of the stone wall. With a quick, desperate motion, I broke the wax seal with my thumbnail and pulled out the single sheet of thick parchment inside.​The elegant, sharp handwriting was unmistakable. It was signed by Gabriel. ​"Roberto Vance, ​Your forty-eight hours begin upon the delivery of this missive. The garrison documents shall be delivered to the old olive grove

all I did was annoy him and get him mad at me almost all the time. "I've spent enough years on earth to know what is true and what is not, Rosaline. My Alexei loves you very much," she said to me and my eyes widened. "There must be a mistake," I countered with an uncertain laugh but she only smiled. "I wish believing in love wasn't hard these days. Well, I have bread in the oven. Get your energy and we can proceed to our plan," she patted my knee and stood up to leave. That was how I got lost in my thoughts.

Excitedly, I wrote like this; "To my dearest Joshua, Though we had talked a few minutes ago and greeted each other already, please accept my sincere second greetings to you. Today was not a good day for me. As soon as I stepped foot back into the mansion or our house, mum and I did not have a good welcoming. We have a misunderstanding for some reasons. Funny, but she slapped my face because the one who answered her calls was a young and handsome male wolf, not me. However, the case was already settled. That wolf no longer needs to get worried because my mum will not call him again. My wolf was supposed to write you a letter with a piece of paper and pen. Sadly, I'm in my car in the middle of

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

His shoulders twitched as he moved, muscles clenching by each movement. Come on Phoebe, you can do it. “uh..Conrad?” my eyes flustered shut impulsively. “I'm Phoebe…uhm fifi, I've had a crush on you for years, I wrote this for you…” My hands trembled as I held out my letter, my eyes still closed. My heart tightened as he took the letter, a small smile forming at the side of my lips. This was it. He would read my letter and understand how deeply in love I was.

When I opened my eyes, my gaze was dark as I looked into the file Luke gave me. It's time to end this game, Kenneth. Be ready for my attack, because this time I'll not leave you alive. Your countdown has started. “Sweetheart, you should take a nap, it's still early morning and we have four hours to reach London.” Romeo said and I nodded my head. “Would you like to stay in the room?” He asked but I shook my head, so Romeo adjusted my seat to make me comfortable. I closed my eyes, leaning back on the seat and thinking of Aaron. He is just too good for me. He deserves a better woman than me, unlike me, who doesn't even understand love or emotions.

Only an envelope lay on the floor. Romeo bent to pick it up, his fingers tightening around the edges as if expecting it to explode. He shut the door with a sharp snap and brought it to the table. Jessica hovered close, her breath shaky. He tore it open. Inside, a single sheet of paper. No greeting. No signature. Just six words, written in neat, precise handwriting: "You can't protect her forever". Jessica's knees bucked. Romeo caught her before she fell, his jaw tightening like stone. He crumpled the paper in his fist, eyes dark with a rage she had never seen before.

Romeo would never forgive them if he got the idea that I was getting help from my friends. “My Luna. I can bring your favorite salads for you. Without those fattening creamy dressings.” She asked me politely. But I quickly shook my head, “Nah. Just bring me salads topped with lots of nut powder and with a dash of olive oil dressing.” When the Omega left with the tray I walked to my study table and started writing a letter. I had to be very careful about my words. “Dearies!” I wrote without mentioning Emma’s or David’s names.

He looked up, “H-Huh, me too? But, Master Jed, I—” “What? Are you saying you can’t do it?” Jed snapped. Romeo paled, shook his head, and bowed down. “O-Of course not, Master Jed! I can do it! I’ll join the delivery team and send the message to the Lotus Maiden Pack. I’ll make sure it gets delivered this time!” “Very well,” Jed sighed, pleased a little. “Return after an hour. Now you may leave.” “Understood!” Romeo hurriedly went out and shut the door.