Romance Letters Novels & Stories

More couples are dancing to the slow rhythm, some are on their tables eating with their loved ones, and sone arer just watching but you can see how genuine their happiness is. I silently sat down in the corner and quietly reading the letters. Each word that I read just give off magic. It has something between the lines and how the words are being gathered, and how each portrays eternal feeling of relief. But,there's this one letter that has no name writen on it. It's a light brown paper with some dried petals on the front page. I opened it and it made me stop breathing for seconds. It says: To my moon. I love you the most.

Just like that, I begin to open the envelope to find a letter inside which causes me to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear before reading the letter written by Aidan, himself: Kenna, I suck at writing letters and you know that better than anyone but I went a little bit overboard and searched the internet on 'How to Impress Your Wife'. Apparently, some 'experts' told me that they managed to impress their wives by writing letters because they find it romantic. Do you find it romantic? Haha, let me know.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

Inside, it smelled like old paper, warm cinnamon, and sunlight. There were shelves that curved into the ceiling, books stacked in bowls and bathtubs, ladders that led to secret corners. There were reading nooks lit by fairy lights. And at the back—a glass box filled with letters. Raymond pulled me by the hand toward it. The sign above it read: “Letters Never Sent.” He nudged me gently. "Pick one." --- We sat by the window, and I opened the first letter. It was dated 1972. A man had written to the woman he loved, confessing he never told her that he had planned to propose the night she walked away.

even though, it was already cold, it still tasted good, and the thought of him being considerate enough to make her coffee, got her giggling. Finishing the mug in a daze, she picked up the envelope, bringing out the letter. Ralph's neat handwriting read: “good morning, my love, i hope you slept well” it began, the endearment sending a flutter through her heart. gina fell back on her bed giggling in excitement as she stopped for a while, reminiscing on the last statement with a grin, and then she began to read.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Three small charms dangled from it: a heart, a book, and a tiny engraved letter S. “Roman…” “It’s not much. I came across it and it reminded me of you,” he said, almost shyly. “I just wanted you to have something that feels like you.” I traced the letter with my fingertip, emotion knotting in my throat. “It’s perfect.” He helped clasp it around my wrist, then kissed the inside of my arm, just below the charms. The gesture was simple, but it stole the breath from my lungs. I smiled, blinking back tears. “If you keep being this sweet, I’ll start to think you’re up to something.”

Then, with burning eyes and uneven breaths, she began to read: “Hi, Jimena: Maybe I’m a coward for sending you a letter instead of talking to you face-to-face—I plead guilty to that. But you can’t deny that my cheesy, evasive method is, deep down, quite romantic.” Jimena let out a nervous laugh. She had always loved his sense of humor, and this letter only reminded her why. During their courtship, they used to joke about how corny it was to write each other letters—and now, here he was, sending her one.