Open When Letters Novels & Stories

The masculine flip flops to be precise and better specific. My outfit is all casual. I term it a casual Tuesday. I feel all healthy and alive. I slowly head towards my rooms exit door. My masculine palm grips it's door knob. I prepare for twist. My sharp roaming eye's instantly captures a laid letter slid beneath the door. I smile. My perfectly cleaned teeth glitters. My grip around the doors knobs loosens and releases. I grip pick the letter. As expected, it's a morning due. Morning dues are letters or informations sent to alpha's alone.

My wolf made that sound again — low, unsettled, like she was peering over the edge of something with no visible bottom. Open it, I told myself. It's only a letter. But my hands disagreed with my head. They stayed still for another full minute. Finally, I broke the seal. The paper was thin — Jesse's usual choice when writing in haste. Her words came quick and crowded, the letters leaning forward as though racing each other down the page.

I look at the screen. The person who sent seventeen readings. Their message is one word. Ready. I look at it. I look at Lucien. He reads it over my shoulder. I type back: The door is open. It has always been open. Come whenever you choose. Their response arrives in under a minute, and it is not another single word, it is the beginning of something, the specific, careful first paragraph of a person who has been ready longer than they knew and has finally found the words to start.

With a deep breath, he opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and read slowly: To: Bright Clear Sky I hope you enjoyed today’s activity. I hope to get to know you more and I hope we can be partners. I’m not good at expressing myself and I’m not good at writing long letters too, but I want you to know… I will only send my letter to you and only you. Sky blinked. Once. Twice. Then covered his mouth with both hands, holding back the tiny gasp that slipped through. His heart felt like it had sprouted wings and was now fluttering wildly in his chest.

“You should do it.” I want to joke that maybe if she opens it, she’ll be the one that has to go, but no one would think that funny at the moment. I sit on the edge of the cushion next to her and slide my finger under the cell. The letter is beautiful, and it seems a shame to tear it up. The flap gives, revealing a sheet of thick white paper with embossed print. I think it’s probably a form letter all the girls get until I see that it’s actually handwritten and contains my name.

“Open the letter and check. You might get an inkling of who sent it,” Alex said, his voice breaking the silence. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing with anxiety. What if it was something bad? What if it were someone from my past, come to haunt me? I didn't want to open it. I wanted to throw the letter as far away from me as I could, but Alex's encouraging gaze gave me the courage to open the envelope. I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the letter inside.

Petl would've been a great help right now, but she was mad at him and Lucian wasn't interested in listening to whatever she had to say. He opened the lid of the letter and brought out the paper from the envelope. Lucian turned his paper in his hands and it felt like there was something holding him back from opening this letter, like there was an unseen force acting against him reading the letter. Lucian shook his head to clear off whatever daze he was in. They unfolded the letter and read. "The fifteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. Spring. The solar eclipse." Lucian was confused. What did all these mean? He read the letter over and over again.

-Read it. I don't want to. I don't want to know the content of this letter because I feel that if I read it it will destroy me. Without realizing it my tears come involuntarily. Without realizing it I am sobbing. Ale's look is one of supplication. She also has a few tears escaping her eyes. Without realizing it I am opening the envelope. Without realizing it I read the whole letter with tears in my eyes. Without realizing it I fall to the floor squatting while choking back more sobs.

she says excitedly. “We think. All of this could mean nothing,” I say to her. “Or, it could mean everything,” she says. “Come on, we have a couple hours of light left. There were more areas that Kella picked up that smelled well used. By the end of the night, we had found two more letters, L and another A. “It spells your name,” I say, worried that it means something bad. “We’re missing a letter, so it’s not my name, but you’re right, the letters we have so far spell my name. I feel like we’re missing a key letter,” she says.

she says excitedly. “We think. All of this could mean nothing,” I say to her. “Or, it could mean everything,” she says. “Come on, we have a couple hours of light left. There were more areas that Kella picked up that smelled well used. By the end of the night, we had found two more letters, L and another A. “It spells your name,” I say, worried that it means something bad. “We’re missing a letter, so it’s not my name, but you’re right, the letters we have so far spell my name. I feel like we’re missing a key letter,” she says.