Military Letter Codes Novels & Stories

At a banquet, Winona Quinton’s stocking got snagged on something. I moved to take her to the dressing room, only to see her male assistant reaching under her skirt. I grabbed his wrist. “What does my wife’s torn stocking have to do with you?” However, Winona shoved me away. “Stop overreacting,” she snapped. “Corey has even changed my underwear before. It’s just stockings.” That night, news of the attentive assistant caring for his female CEO went viral. By the end of the event, I was gone, leaving my resignation letter with the assistant. Upon receiving it, Winona threw it aside. “Jared Strathmore has gone too far. Get him here immediately!” I returned—this time with freshly drafted divorce papers in hand.

Two different worlds; one chance to save each other. Two different beings, one chance for love. When Alpha Daxel Ace received the golden letter, he knew better than to disregard it. Using every resource they have, doing everything to search for any urgency to protect his pack— his world, he traveled world to world. Until the day Daxel sets foot to Earth for the first time and finds something serendipitous— Bellezza. After all these years, Daxel finally feels content, but fate never fails. Secrets and mysteries began to unfold just as when Bellezza and Daxel's romance was set about to bloom. A fated meeting brings ups and downs; laughs and weeps, and losses and success. But are they strong enough to face their true selves, or will they bury themselves along with the mystery of each other?

After my granddaughter is bullied by her classmates, the bully's family not only refuses to apologize but behaves arrogantly as well. Since they have connections in the city, the school doesn't dare intervene. I turn to the police, but they only urge me to let it go. The bully's family even boasted that they have people in the court, daring me to sue them. With every path to justice cut off, I have no choice but to take out the two Medals of Honor left behind after my son and daughter-in-law died in service, and kneel at the gates of the military compound. Six years ago, when the general personally delivered those medals to our home, he'd said, "Your son and daughter-in-law gave their lives for the country. They are heroes, martyrs, and the pride of our nation." But now, I want to ask him again. Why is it that when a martyr's daughter is bullied, no one protects her?

t was in the stark interrogation room where Caesar laid eyes on Lola's face for the very first time. Lola, accused of betraying her own country, was in a dire situation. She was draped in nothing but a flimsy, damp garment and weighed down by the clanking chains that bound her to the floor. Clad in his regal black military uniform, Caesar sat as the judge of her trial. Years later, when news of their lavish wedding emerged, the world assumed it was the genesis of their love story. "They said when Caesar, once a general, first saw Lola, shivering in agony and desperation, his heart swelled with empathy. He tenderly removed his black gloves and reached out to her with love." In reality, Caesar never removed his gloves throughout the trial. He sat outside the iron railing, observing Lola with a frigid countenance. But it wasn't until yesterday that Caesar finally held Lola in his arms.

My husband's first love, Annie Quinn, suffers from a nosebleed. He decides to stuff me into the fridge and make me write a letter of apology in order to punish me. "Tie up the entire fridge with a coil of rope and leave it in the wine cellar. Let her atone for her sins there quietly." I keep pounding against the fridge door with all my might, even as it makes me bleed all over the place. I hope Nathan Grayson, my husband, can let me out. Instead, Nathan takes Annie on a trip to Arci where they have fun skiing and watching the penguins waddle about. One week later, Nathan opens the fridge after returning from his trip. The moment he lays eyes on my rotten corpse, he loses his mind on the spot.

My husband, James Zeller, and I have established a common-law marriage. We did not have a formal wedding ceremony, nor do we have a marriage license. We also live separately, our lives barely intertwining, because he has a special profession. Therefore, despite being married to him for seven years, we've never met each other's friends and relatives. As his wife, I'm proud of being married to him despite how it pains me. I'm willing to give up the opportunity to study at the National Academy of Sciences to take care of things at home while he works. One day, my son, Jasper Chalder, comes home from elementary school crying. He sobs about not being a bastard child and requests to see James. Greatly distressed, I decide to take him to visit the military base over the new year for a family reunion. However, I don't expect this trip to turn my life completely upside down.

It was a godforsaken dare. If anyone asked Knox why he created a fake profile to mess with the most insufferable bastard alive—his emotionally constipated, tyrannical military captain, Victor Wallace—he’d blame his roommate. Stupid dare. Simple mission. Pretend to be a woman, reel the bastard in, and wreck him. Easy, right? Wrong. What started as a joke spiralled into late-night messages, dangerous vulnerability, and a slow-burning obsession Knox didn’t see coming. Victor wasn’t supposed to open up. Knox wasn’t supposed to care. And yet—here they are, stuck together in a steel tomb of chain-of-command and unchecked tension, where one wrong word could start a fire. It was supposed to ruin Victor. Now it’s ruining Knox. Because when you play games with monsters, don’t be shocked when one starts looking back in the mirror. This was never just a dare. Now it’s war. Read and find out.

How would you feel if your life is haunted by a dark past and nightmares? John Crowe can't keep to a place as he wanders around hoping to find something that would explain the dreams he has been having. The dreams that never seem to make any sense. Soon, he finds a cryptic letter that steers him to Black Hollow. John discovers that the town is ravaged by monsters, and that the leaders are keeping it secret from the inhabitants. When he meets Sarah, she finds out the truth about him. That he is one of the monsters. But not before John is marked as the next sacrifice for the blood moon. John, finally discovering what he must do, has to fight to stay alive and rid the town of those monsters, putting his love interest, Sarah in danger. Will John be able to save himself, Sarah and the town, or will he be sacrificed just like his father and be forgotten?

Content with his life as a small town postmaster, Alex Bentley never intended to become a hero, much less a media sensation, but fate had different plans. When unpublished author Rachel Clark walked into his lobby to pick up yet another rejection letter, the disappointment in her vibrant green eyes compelled him to do whatever he could to help her realize her dream. Even secretly edit her manuscript. Little did he know his one impetuous act would lead him through a complex maze of jealousy, blackmail and revenge. From deep within the splendor of the Catskill Mountains, to the majestic skyline of Manhattan, First Class Male delivers an intricate tale of a small town postmaster who triumphs over a ruthless District Attorney, a mysterious adversary, an unsympathetic public and finally his own heart.

The prettiest girl in our class, Mandy Smith, died unexpectedly in our dorm. When the police took statements, my two other roommates and I pleaded guilty. I took out Mandy’s love letter to my boyfriend. “I killed her because she was seducing my boyfriend.” Anna Anderson took out a purchase history for cyanide. “I killed her because she snatched my overseas studies spot from me.” Fiona Lee took out an expulsion letter. “I killed her because she reported me for cheating.” All three of us hated Mandy. However, the police found that all of us had alibis during Mandy’s time of death. The counselor also asked us to stop lying. However, the three of us sneered. “Whether you believe it or not, one of us is the murderer.”