Sign Her Letters With X's And O's 소설 & 이야기

” With a smile on his face, Peter surprised Anna by telling her about his culture. ‘Do people really use signatures to express love?” She was pleasantly surprised. “Yes, the special cards men send to women, known locally, have various romantic lines written on them, and interestingly, the sender's name or identity is not on it, but the sender simply signs the card and puts as many dots as there are letters in the sender's name. If she does not know the person's name, she sends an Easter egg to the sender in response. However, it often happens that the men sign the card themselves, so the woman has little difficulty guessing."

I hope your arm has healed. Completed! Simple and concise. I sign my name on the bottom: Yuan Zi Yan. I take a rouge box, dip the brush in there, and sketch a pink hydrangea blossom next to my name. Bringing the letter to my face, I chuckle foolishly. I print his name on the front of the envelope. Xu Kai. I fold the letter and squeeze it inside the envelope. I stop and think for a moment. I chuckle foolishly again and kick my feet in embarrassment.

You will find below my address. Sincerely X.W

“Taped beneath the recorder.” She holds it out. I take it. The handwriting is familiar. Looped. Feminine. Measured. If anything happens to me, make this public. –C A slow beat of silence follows. My name in ink. Her initial. She always signs things that way when she’s being cheeky. Defiant. I’ve seen her write it at the bottom of old notes, little smart-ass lists, napkins she leaves around my room. It’s damn close. Not exact.

At the top, instead of a contact name, a crescent moon and a black dagger. I preferred to use letters but some times, letters were never the right means of communicating. I typed "Get ready for the next".

He declared as a sign of good faith. As thane signed the scroll, red ink seeped from the pen, as he handed the pen to Alec, I could see a minor cut in his palm. The pen had a pin on the side that drew the person's blood to use it as ink. Alec signed the document and turned to look at the pack. Cumina and Gael signed next, and a lined began to form. Almost all the pack members except for a few that stood in the back looking like they were being caged had signed making the oath.

In every way that mattered. Sexually available at any time without restriction or refusal. That line kept repeating in her head. She'd read it five times. Ten times. Until the words blurred together. The signature line was still blank. Waiting for her to make it real. She took a breath. It didn't help. Then she pressed the pen down and signed her name. Aria Hale. The letters came out shaky, uneven. Her hand cramped halfway through, making the 'e' look deformed. Like her signature was physically fighting against what she was doing.

With a deep breath, I signed my name at the bottom of the contract. Caroline Bennet. "There. Done." “Good,” Xavier said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Nice doing business with you.”

Whether you choose to embark on this journey with me or not, know that you will forever hold a cherished place in my heart. With all the sincerity and affection my soul can muster, Christopher Martins" As I sealed the letter with a wax seal, an intricate 'C' imprinted on it, I felt a weight lifted from my heart. The vulnerability I had exposed through the words was both liberating and daunting. With a mixture of hope and trepidation, I entrusted the fate of our potential future to a single sheet of paper.

I reached for another document, something smaller this time. “Because of this.” They looked at me, then at the page I held out, their expressions tightening with focus. “I leave a signature in all my pieces.” I explained calmly. “Not a visible one. Not something decorative. A structural mark.” The woman leaned closer, her brows knitting slightly. “Explain.” she demanded.