Romance Letters Novels & Stories

"They kind of knew it was me with the gifts." Angelica's eyes widened. "What did you tell them?" "Nothing. Just...basically what I said in my letter. I want you to feel, y'know, good about yourself and...your body." Angelica smiled wryly. "You told them you think I'm sexy?" "Hell no," Roman laughed. "They would have sent me to counseling." "That's what you said in your love letter," Angelica teased. "I know," Roman said, slightly flustered, "I was in a mood when I wrote that letter."

“But I’m learning that mattered doesn’t always mean central.” She leans her head against my shoulder. “You were never supposed to be the spine of the world.” “No,” I agree. “Just one of its joints.” She laughs softly. “That’s the least romantic metaphor you’ve ever used.” “I married a woman who dismantled destiny,” I reply. “Romance adapted.” The letter arrives two days later. Not sealed. Not urgent. Handwritten, ink smudged in places where the writer paused too long. It’s from the valley.

Happy birthday, my love. - Roman By the time I finished reading, tears were streaming down my cheeks. The words hit me deep, stirring emotions I didn't even know were there. I wiped my eyes, looking up at him. He was watching me quietly, his expression soft. "That was beautiful," I whispered, my voice breaking. I set the letter aside and turned to the boxes. The first one held a delicate bracelet, silver with tiny charms. The next was a photo album, filled with pictures of us, candid shots he'd taken when I wasn't looking. Each page brought a fresh wave of memories, making me smile through the tears. The last box was a bit larger. Inside was a custom piece of jewelry, a locket with our initi

The letters were addressed to his ancestors, written by a member of my own family. With trembling hands, we untied the ribbon and began to read. The words on the page transported us to another era, weaving a tale of forbidden love, heartache, and sacrifice. It was a love affair that defied societal norms, spanning across generations, and now we were the inheritors of this clandestine bond.

I look at the pastel pink envelope and read the two words written boldly on it, “Please Roman.” The folded piece of paper that contains the letter itself reads, “I know I don’t have the words to apologize for what I've done Roman, and I know you want explanations, please give me the chance to offer them. I’m sorry. Yours, Elara.” Fey lets out a low growl in my head as I read that last line but I tell her to calm down. That’s just how people write letters. Elara was signing her name off, nothing else.

What stories did they hold? I reached out, my fingers trembling, and carefully pulled out one of the envelopes. The paper felt fragile in my hands, as if it held the weight of secrets and forgotten promises. I unfolded the letter, its words transporting me to a different time, a different love. "My dearest Amelia," the letter began, the words penned with such tenderness and affection. As I read further, I realized that it was a letter from Xander to someone he had loved before me. The words spoke of a passion that burned bright, of dreams and plans for a future together.

“You claim you don’t love her but everything you’ve done since she first bumped into your life says otherwise. Heck, you would have wiped out an entire race for her. What's love if not that?” Rome frowned as he pondered this. Could he really love Elora? “I suggest you take a page out of her book and write her a letter telling her exactly how you feel. I seem to recall you being a proficient writer.” He called as he stepped out, closing the door softly behind him. Rome sat up, alone in the warm room staring at his table and the plume of his quill teasing him. He groaned after a long minute, moving to his table.

he teased in the text message. "Cool but It's actually pretty late already. You wouldn’t want me getting hurt on the way or freezing to death on my way to you now would you?" Love replied almost immediately. "Yikes! Didn't think of that. How about tomorrow morning? Think you could come over and keep me company then?" Ronnie had asked her in another text message. "I guess tomorrow works then". Love texted back. "See you soon then. Good night pretty girl. I'll text you the address. You already look really pretty in your pictures. I honestly can't wait to see you in person."

Paige bought it. Then, she had the priest engrave a large heart on it, and inside the heart, she had him engrave her and Chris' names. "Honey, what else should we engrave?" Paige asked Chris. Chris said, "Up to you." Blushing, Paige looked at Chris. Where was this man’s sense of romance? The words engraved would represent the good wishes for their marriage, and she had wanted him to express his heartfelt desires for them. However, all he said was, "Up to you."

The handwriting was loopy, written in English, and on light blue stationery with a floral design. Dear Lance, How are you? I hope that you are in fine condition when you read this letter. I am really shy to approach you, so I thought of writing you a letter to tell you how I feel. I first saw you last year when you were awarded the Most Popular Sophomore. You looked so handsome. Since then, I would always watch out for you. I thought you already had a girlfriend so I was really hurt. But then I learned that girl was just your best friend. I was so happy to know that. After all, she does not really deserve to have a handsome boyfriend like you.