Letters To The Lost Novels & Stories

Grief, exhaustion, just trying to hold it together for Jax because he was all we had left. For a moment, it feels like I’m back in that house. Too quiet. Too heavy. Like the walls were pressing in and darkness was weighing us down. I don’t think we opened the curtains for an entire week. “Loss leaves marks,” the voice murmurs softly. Leo’s steady warmth presses to my back, and I blink, pushing the memories away. “It was… different back then. Everything was.” I shake my head slightly. “Honestly, I don’t think I would’ve noticed. We were just surviving.”

The loss of Beatrice was all-consuming, and I closed myself off from the world. To this day, I regret how I first treated her while wishing she was still here with me." "I'm so sorry for your loss," my tone filled with the grief I feel for him. "Maybe someday you can find your happiness and love again," I offer. "I did find my happiness. With you, Jessa," he speaks as if it was a confession. I don't reply because, how can I? I do have feelings for him, but my love life has been one giant ball of

Meanwhile, about a week and a half later, we received a letter from Eurydice. She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit his library the first day I arrived. I was so happy to view all the great works of the Ancient Greek poets and philosophers. Of course, he has the writings of the Roman men throughout the century. The orations of Cicero, the sagas of Ovid, and so many others that I cannot remember all their names! I was given a tutor, a man, but he's not like my Jessa. Please convey how much I miss her, and I search for her litter every day! I'm not sad in Rome,

But it was the only thing I hadn't forced myself past yet and I'd stopped trying. The journal was open in front of me. Not the tactical one. The other one. The letter wasn't finished. It didn't matter. I'd finish it tonight and burn it the way I burned all of them, because I couldn't send them and couldn't keep them and three years in I still couldn't stop writing them. I wrote to her about the things she missed. About Lucian, what little I could find out — that he was growing, that he was healthy, that Yuna dressed him well. I wrote to her about the border. About the school I'd built and lost and built and lost and finally left in rubble because the third time felt like the world making a p

It was a letter—a letter from someone we thought was lost forever. Trembling with anticipation and anxiety, I tore open the envelope, my eyes scanning the words that danced across the page. It was a message from my long-lost mother, Olivia. The same mother who, years ago, had disappeared under mysterious circumstances, leaving behind a void that had haunted me ever since.

And Alexander kept writing his letters, and Elijah kept leaving his menus, and the room kept doing its quiet work of holding the space between loss and life. —

"Dear Emily, We're so sorry we haven't been in touch. Things have been complicated, but we want you to know that we love you and miss you terribly. We're trying to find a way to bring you back to us, but until then, please stay safe and know that you're always in our thoughts. With all our love, Your brothers" Emily clutched the letter to her chest, her heart swelling with relief and joy. They hadn't forgotten her. They still cared. The sadness that had weighed her down for weeks began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope.

Sorry. I've lost track of this story and am putting it on hold for now. maybe I'll come back to it at some point.

She would have liked it better if the wielders addressed in the letter would be able to read it personally, but since they’re already dead, the thought of them reading it was almost laughable and… absurd. Looking around, she put down the other four letters and propped the first letter on her face, her face burning red. Thankfully, no one’s around, so she’s safe from taunting, if ever. The first letter was addressed for George William, which read: “Oy, pea-head! I don’t call you like that back then, but looking back, I think you do. I’m not saying this because of your positive look at Pasithea nor am I antagonizing your perception about it, but it really is dumb of you to think there’s beauty

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.