Open When Letters Novels & Stories

Siha walked to my vanity and pulled out a drawer. “What is that?” I asked curiously as she lifted a black envelope and waved it before me. “I have no idea, Your Highness,” “So you’ve not peeked inside?” I asked disbelieving. Siha’s cheeks pinkened. “Um-“ she cleared her throat. “I tried but it didn’t open to me,” A letter that opens only to its recipient. A clear sign of a spelled letter. A small frown graced my face as I took the envelope from Siha.

They started moving unconsciously searching for the letters, O – N – E N – I – G – H – T S – T – A – N – D H – O – O – K U – P – S C – A – S – U – A – L S – E – X Shit! I finally did it, biting my thumb out of mixed excitement and nervousness while waiting for the related articles and images to appear. I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed deeply, I guess there’s nothing wrong with what I am doing. It’s not cheating after all. I am just one hell of a curious woman.

"it's okay I do understand your reason, even if I want you to be here but you need to do your work okay? love you too." Angel speaks on the phone with Mike while he is in the other country to do his job little thing that Angel doesn't know is that this day Mike will arrive at her parent's house to surprise her that's their plan it's been a month that they don't meet each other meanwhile Angel thought that this could be an ordinary day then she finds the box that contains the letters a minutes later she manages to find it then trying to open the fifth letter but suddenly she thinks about Mike Angel prefers the usual thing she does when opening the letter Mike must be in her side as she keeps

“Breathe love.” Immediately, I sucked in a gulp of hair that I didn’t realize I needed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am so nervous to look in here.” “I’m right here with you.” Alec looking into my soul through my eyes. “Ready?” I didn’t speak but I nodded. “Should I read this letter first?” I asked. “Yeah, go ahead.” Alec kept his hand on my leg. Somehow, I managed to not give myself a paper cut as I opened it. The paper was incredibly delicate as I pulled it out. The handwriting was elegant.

The anger. His arm. The ink. The word. I could see the shape of it. The length short, one syllable, maybe two. The first letter was tall. Possibly a C. Possibly a G. The italics made it harder, the letters leaning into each other. I opened my eyes. The word is short. Starts with C possibly. Italic script. Can't read the full word. I stared at what I had written. It wasn't enough. It told me almost nothing.

The locket opens. Not with any mechanical resistance or clicking of a latch. It simply opens, as if it was waiting for the right pressure applied with the right intention. The two halves fall apart on the chain and inside, folded so small it should not be possible, is a piece of paper so thin it's nearly translucent. I unfold it with hands that are not quite steady. The letter is handwritten. Small, precise, urgent script cramped into every available centimetre of the paper. The ink is a colour that is not quite brown and not quite red, and after a moment of staring at it I understand with a slow cold certainty what the writer used to write it.

"What do you mean about that?" "For example; if I opened a letter addressed to you, upon opening the letter, it will never show its contents unless you allowed me," "Do you get punished if you open a letter?" "We are allowed to open the letters but only for terrenes. Terrenes are the only entities in this universe who do not possess the capability to see the rest of us—although few can—so we have to open it for them. Still, the same rules apply; heralds will never know its contents."

I open the letter and just three words, bold, in all caps and written with blood. “I’M COMING ISA” my heart drops.

That wouldn’t make sense as GOD won’t send a letter to him telling him he is the next ALPHA. He wants this to make sense to him but there’s no address on the letter, not even the sender's address. Without any sender’s address, he can’t make contact with the person that sent the letter to him. He slowly opens the door and walks into his apartment narrowing his eyes over and over again at the five-letter words. “What does this mean?” he mutters under his breath.

“You can’t talk?” The girl nodded. “Okay,” Octavia said. “Let’s figure it out. You show me, I’ll guess.” The girl held up four fingers, and Octavia nodded. “Four letters. Got it. Starts with an A?” The girl shook her head no. "B?" Still no. "C?" Octavia asked but she shook her head once more. "D?" This time the girl nodded, causing Octavia's eyes to light up. “Do?” Another nod. Octavia guessed a few names. Finally: “Dory?”