Love Letters To Inmates Novels & Stories

A siren wailed somewhere in the distance, but I didn't look back. Whatever ending Raymond ended up with, it had nothing to do with me anymore. Three months later, I received a letter. It was from Raymond, and the return address was the state prison. “Del. I've thought about this for a long time, but in the end I picked up the pen and wrote.” “Life in here is simple, and I have plenty of time to reflect on what I've done.” “I still want you to know that every word I ever told you about loving you was true.”

"Does it matter? Even if he is sorry, it does not change what he did." I crumpled the letter and threw it away. "You are right. It does not matter." But more letters came. One a week, like clockwork. Most of them I threw away without reading. But sometimes, late at night when I could not sleep, I would read them. They were all variations of the same theme. Richard was sorry. Richard loved me. Richard wanted another chance. "You need to tell the prison to stop delivering his letters," Benjamin said after the fifth one arrived.

This Knight can be stricter than King Areszo! He cleared his throat once again and started from the top. To my lovely, pretty, sexy, and hot Love, my fucking gorgeous Persephone, It was now my first day here in prison. And just like what you asked me before you leave, I surrendered myself to Lawrence Fucking Gibson's police father. My cell was stinky and all dirty, and my bed was too narrow for me. It was gross. The bugs are gross. The insects are gross. Everyone in here are gross. If only I could take their lives away, I already did. Because they are all gross.

I started once the speakers were turned on. “Now I don’t know why some of you would take it upon yourselves to write me love letters. You all know yourselves and what disgusting and shameful things you’ve been writing.” I cringed remembering a particular letter I read. Most of the letters were not even love letters. They were just letters telling me how much they wanted to be in my bed. “ I don’t know what gave any of you the idea that I’m in love with you or would eventually love you, but I’m saying this right now so that you all stop those disgusting fantasies you have.”

Why would anyone want to bail out someone who was foolish enough to take the fall for the man she loves. She couldn't be any less grateful regardless. He has given her a new found hope and she'd keep holding on to it until she's finally out. Whoever that mysterious friend of Dr. Sam is... She owes him her life. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arguments from her fellow inmates who were busy playing cards. They seemed to be some unfair game which had led to an heated arguments between them. She rolled her eyes and sighed. These inmates doesn't really care about themselves anymore. They seem not to care about how ruined their lives have turned into.

And another. She’d expected pages of legal arguments. She couldn’t have been more wrong. The letters were filled with memories, little stories from her childhood, even terrible drawings of prison life marked with silly notes like he still wanted to be part of her days. He wrote about the awful food, about a guard who reminded him of an old friend, about the noise that kept him awake every night. But he always ended with a line full of love. A small prayer that Tessa wasn’t completely gone.

About the future we'd have when I got out. Letters that said I love you in a thousand different ways. I wrote back when I could. Told her about my days. About the plans I had. About how much I missed her. About how I couldn't wait to see her again. The months crawled by. One month. Two. Three. Four. Then, miracle of miracles, we got early release. Good behavior. Overcrowding. Whatever the reason, I wasn't arguing. Five months instead of six. The day I walked out of that facility, Lisa was waiting.

"No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over." The hall erupted in applause. The sound rolled through the room and lingered long after I stepped away from the microphone. After the ceremony, a package arrived for me from a prison in Dryana. The sender was Amanda. I hesitated for a moment, then opened it. Inside lay a crumpled letter and a small grasshopper woven from straw. The handwriting looked rough and uneven. [Ced, I saw you on television. You shine brighter than ever. I've thought about many things in prison. Back then, I really did love you. I was simply blinded by greed and selfishness.

They immersed themselves in the emotions woven through the pages, allowing the love expressed within to seep into their souls. They laughed, cried, and reveled in the beauty of their shared experiences. These love letters became more than mere words on paper—they were a tangible embodiment of their journey, a testament to the depth of their connection, and a source of comfort during times of distance or doubt. Emily and Liam's collection of love letters became a legacy—a cherished heirloom that would be passed down through generations, preserving their love for eternity. It served as a reminder that love, like the written word, had the power to transcend time and leave an indelible mark on t

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b