Saddest Letters Novels & Stories

and his beautiful blue eyes. Your Love,your mate Felicity. I let the tears fall uncontrollably as I finished writing the letter I have been trying to write for last two hours . "I am sorry Alex."I clutch the letter tightly against my chest.My heart breaks with the each passing moment. I have to leave him,this world, our baby,my friends, this pack and this life to live in the hell I am destined to. Hearing the footsteps approaching, I quickly hide the letter in my locker and lock it securily,in case Alexander find it.

Gulping down my silver I reopen the book and hope what I read was just metaphorical. ___No tears can quench this feeling of dread and despair growing inside of me. I'm a bad person. I am bad. This is a letter before my death. If you find it, know that I deserved it. Grace, I'm sorry. Harvey, please take care of my sister. Take her out of here and protect her the way you protected me and mum, from 'him'.

Lord King Sorrow had sent three letters. One was sent for his daughter Sorrow Frost. One was sent to my father, King Viper Great. A third one was sent to me, his son-in-law. I didn't open the letter he had sent me. The one he sent to my father directly went to my father, so I didn't get a chance to read what the Deadliest teller had written. I had immediately went for the one sent for my wife but for some odd reasons, I couldn't bring myself to open mine.

I am writing this letter so I can inform you that I’ll be waiting inside with the teacher. Ps: Tell your family that I wish them a cheerful holiday. Best regards, August, I finished reading the letter and examined the circled and capitalized words. I was able to understand the cryptic letter since Raverine had studied its structure and codes already. The “May” was intentionally capitalized but that doesn’t mean that the letter was written in May. Rather…

Grady’s rough whisper pulled Saraid’s attention and she made her way over to him, where he was standing huddled with Liam and Chase. “So, what’s the verdict on the letter?” Grady cleared his throat before turning his worrisome eyes on Saraid. “The letter is clear of any hazardous materials, so it is safe to touch. However, it is the letter itself that has me confounded.” “How so?” Liam asked. Grady’s eyes moved quickly between the three of them and his posture stiffened when they finally settled back on her. “It is better if I just show you, my Queen.” He passed a folded piece of paper that looked like it had seen better days. It had begun to turn yellow and the page felt rough and brittle.

Father's name is too holy for his sinful self. Unconsciously, Ayden wiped Delisha's tears in the corners of her eyes. Ah, why should there be regrets in life? Or why do regrets always come late? The man swallowed his saliva roughly. He was also devastated by all of this, and he felt tormented by all the things that happened to him.

I love you. Mother. I read the letter again. Then again. Tears streamed down my face. Lily hugged my leg. "Are you sad?" I picked her up. "No. I'm happy." She touched my cheek. "Then why are you crying?" I kissed her hair. "Because I'm happy." She hugged me. "Barnaby says happy tears are the best kind." I smiled. "Barnaby is right." Rex took the letter. Read it. "She came back."

Voices floated down, clear and unmistakable over the music. "Bro, look at this page. She pressed a flower." Laughter. Pages turning. "Dear Caleb, from the first moment–" More laughter. They were reading it. The letter. My letter. The nine-draft, two-page, every-honest-thing-I'd-ever-felt letter was being passed around the hockey team's kitchen island like a joke. "She actually wrote 'you make the world feel less loud.' What does that even mean?" "It means she's down bad, bro. Catastrophically."

~Third Person's POV~ "I'm so sorry, baby, that you have to read these letters. We never thought that we had such a small lifespan with you but how much it was, I want you to know that this was the best I ever had in my life. It was worth every second that we spent together, laughing, crying, worrying, and loving each other every single second of the day. I wish we were there with you to support you and protect our loved ones, but we aren't and your father and I are very sorry for this. We left you after making so many loving promises but please know that it was important for the ones that we loved and cared for. Including you, my boy. Remember you are an alpha with so many pack members that

I loosen my fist, fingers aching, and the notes flutter down to the floor. I pick them up slowly. Gently. Like they’re made of glass. Or bombs. The first is short, matching crooked handwritten from the last note. ‘You stopped reading my letters, it makes me so sad. So sad I might just come and take you.’ It’s true.