Romance Letters Novels & Stories

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

She took the note on it and read it, "SEVEN WONDERFUL MONTHS OF KNOWONG AN ANGEL.. YOU ARE TRULY A THE ONLY PERSON I WANNA ANNOY..." Then she looked on the bed and there were roses in a form of a heart and a letter inside it she opened in and I walked next to the door and peaked inside. She was reading the letter... this one read, "FROM THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU I HAVE BEEN FALLING DEEPER AND DEEPER IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT IS JUST AMAZING TO ACTUALLY SAY IT, I LOVE YOU KATHERINE OMARLEY... AND WITH THE HELP OF BIANCA, ALL THIS IS POSSIBLE.. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL BABE, NOW SLEEP WELL ❤😍"

I decided to wish him a happy valentines day through a letter in my attempt to be romantic. I was not ready to include “I love you” in my letter because we rarely used it in our conversation and I was expecting him to tell me first. Besides, I was not sure if he would reply. I choose not to appear desperate but I wanted him to know how I felt. I drafted a card for him with my usual sincerity. In the end, I wrote : “I’m in love with you even though you haven’t assured me of your love.” My type of romance.

I open the letter, blushing as my eyes roam over the words he’d neatly scrawled. Prepare to wear nothing but these for me. Love, your fiancé The blush creeps from my cheeks all the way down to my chest. I meet the eyes of my friends, unable to form words as I recount the simple sentence he’d written. How do only eight words have me wishing our party was already over and he was making good on his promise? “Is it romantic?” Winnie asks whimsically. My lips rub together coyly. “You could say that.” In one fluid movement, Emma leans forward and snatches the note from my hands. She quickly reads over the note, throwing it back into my lap with a loud groan. “I get hey you up texts and you get shi

I said. "I thought we were friends. I thought that even if the romance wasn't real, the friendship was. But you were working for him." "I’m sorry," she sobbed. "Liam, I am so, so sorry." "Was any of it real?" I asked. "Did you ever actually care, or were you just waiting for the next check?"

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

Now I understood what Charles meant by, ‘for your ladies’. “Are you alright?” Charles asked with concern. “See this.” I shoved the scroll gently to his face, and a small smile graced his lips. “You should know Cassio by now. Keep looking, you’ll find interesting letters.” He said, ruffling my hair. I picked up another one which read; “To the alpha, my bed has been longing for your warm—” I sighed, dropping it immediately. I didn't plan on reading erotic letters meant for someone else, the letters couldn't be called love letters. They were extremely ambiguous.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Love, Mom --- Elena folded the letter. Put it back in the box. Lucien was watching her. "Are you okay?" "No." "Me neither." "Same." He put his arm around her. "She loved you." "I know." "The best way she knew how." "That's not enough." "It's all she had." --- The letters sat on the coffee table for weeks. Elena read one each night. Before bed. By lamplight. With Lucien beside her. They were not confessions. Not apologies. Not explanations.