Love Letter Novels & Stories

Alexa smiled happily. "I have something for you." Alexa said to Jean, holding his new boyfriend's hand. "A love letter. I'm not sure people our age still want to read love letters." "When did you made it?" "Years ago, to the man who would become my first husband." Alexa wrote the love letter on a piece of paper. Then she folded it and put it in an envelope. She wrote on the front of the envelope: "Read me, my love." With a smile emoji

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

But something told her what she was feeling now wasn't something you just pass up. No one had ever made her feel this way. Soulmate. Lana was confused by the sudden voice she heard in the back of her head. She couldn't explain it anymore. And right now, she didn't want to. Instead, she grabbed his shirt and kissed him. That was all the permission Clark needed. He kissed her back with enough force to push her against the wall again. His hands moved over her body as if he couldn't decide where he wanted to touch her first.

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Kieran said that only one media company got my face but he paid them to keep their mouth shut. I forced a smile. “Isn’t love funny?” I shrugged, biting back tears. “One love killed you. The other brought you back to life.” “Love is a cruel thing, right?” He smiled. We stood silent, staring at each other for a while. Then he sighed and brought out an envelope. “Love is a weapon too. It can also make us stupid things…. Like what you are doing.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded. “Consider this a pre-wedding gift,” he said, handing me the envelope. “Good luck. And… take care of yourself.”

What stories did they hold? I reached out, my fingers trembling, and carefully pulled out one of the envelopes. The paper felt fragile in my hands, as if it held the weight of secrets and forgotten promises. I unfolded the letter, its words transporting me to a different time, a different love. "My dearest Amelia," the letter began, the words penned with such tenderness and affection. As I read further, I realized that it was a letter from Xander to someone he had loved before me. The words spoke of a passion that burned bright, of dreams and plans for a future together.

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.