Memories Letter Novels & Stories

It was a gentle reminder to the hurtful memories that had plagued our relationship in the past. Determined to express my gratitude, I reached for a piece of paper and began to write a letter to Martins, pouring out my thoughts and emotions with each word. "Dear Martins, By the time you read this letter, I will likely be at the airport, embarking on a new chapter of my life. But before I go, there are some things I need to say. I want to thank you for being a beacon of light in my darkest moments. When we first crossed paths ten years ago, I never could have imagined that our paths would intersect again, let alone that you would become a source of strength and support for me.

Chapter: 21 ******* As Dirk absentmindedly scrolled through his emails, his attention was soon captured by a message from an unknown sender. The subject line simply read: 'Remember me?' Intrigued, he tapped on the email and began to read the contents. It was a short message, but its words cut right through him. 'Dirk, my love, it's been too long. I can still remember the scent of your skin, the taste of your lips. I can't help but wonder if you still remember me and if you still feel the same. I've missed you, my sweet Alpha.'

“What’s?” "A letter." Ivy answered densely and clearly. “Letter?” Apparently Ivy still has to explain for her friend to understand. “Yes letter, practical and simple. Long ago didn't I wrote once a letter to you. And yesterday too, actually I plan to write one.” “Oh, that's a good one. A letter!” It was a long time ago, and I thought it was fun and memorable to exchange letters with someone. “In the letter we will still use alias names, right?”

And as I start to read the letter, Beth's voice narrates, making me look up to find her there, staring at me. To my dearest Melody, I'm writing this letter in vain, my child. For one day, you will not have a memory left of me, perhaps only something that your father has planted within your delicate mind. It saddens me wholly to know that the mother that I am now will not be the mother that you remember as you make it through each year and every milestone that is headed your way. It depresses me that I'll miss the most critical years of your life and, more so, who you will become.

I threw myself onto the bed and held up the letter. "Alright, let's see what we've got here, Laura George," I muttered to myself, managing a crooked smile but as my eyes skimmed the first line, my entire body tensed. "With the memories of that night still lingering in my head, I write to you..." My grip tightened. "That night? What night?” I cleared my throat. "Uh... excuse me?" I muttered to no one in particular, before continuing. “With the memories of that night still lingering in my head, I write to you about how impactful our encounter has been on me—positively, I should add.

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

Since a picture was kept in amid the papers, he thought that he’ll find something on the documents and bundles of cash as well. Lynn smiled after seeing that he found another thing. He found a small paper which doesn’t seem to be that important but perhaps, just Arial’s note to himself. It doesn’t even make sense. “Do not forget! The SHADOWS can never be trusted!” This is what was written on the small sticky note. He doesn’t know what it means so it’s pretty much useless for now. It’s either one of his Chuuni tendencies so he didn’t think too much of it.

I want to say sorry, but we both know that sorry will never heal the pain we left behind. The memories I left behind will make me look cruel, but I want you to know that we love you. You are the gift we never wanted, yet here you are, reading this letter, crying, mourning…and we are not there to comfort you. Each memory that you will see varies, I am not sure which will pop so brace yourself. Serena gave a broken laugh and continued reading.

He said to himself. “Do you want to know what I have for you?” He asked her sleepy form, knowing she was not conscious to answer him. “I have these letters for you that I have written within your absence. These aren't not all of them. Just a few. Perhaps from two eighty-seven to be exact, these are just five of them, my most…honest writings I have ever carved out,” He told her sincerely but with slight hesitation. He fumbled through the envelopes while remembering those nights when he wrote them. Oh, those awful times.

Brief memory flashes sipped into her head as she tried to remember the events that led to those pictures being taken. She had not touched that box in ages or even gone through the contents before, because she knew that going through her father’s personal items would definitely bring back the sad memory to the front of her mind, like it’s doing now. She took out one of the letters in the box and opened it. The heading of the letter read “YOUR TIME IS UP!!!” Curious as to what the contents of this letter could be, she unfolded it completely and began to read it through. “Hello, Mr. Peter.