Sincerely Yours Truly Mga Nobela at Kwento

Twenty-seven replies within forty-eight hours. I chose five. I scheduled them all for the same day. The morning arrived cold and grey. Rain tapped against the tall windows like impatient fingers. I had the place prepared. Fresh sheets on the daybed. Bottled water. Towels. Robes folded neatly. The contract stack waited on the marble island. Five copies. All identical. All explicit. I dressed simply. Black linen shirt. Sleeves rolled to the elbows. Black trousers. Bare feet. I wanted nothing between us but skin and truth.

AUTHOR NOTE: All the reader out there I hope you all are safe and having a great time. I'm your author Raji here with a sweet love story. (senior...I love you!!!) please show your love and support to me and my novel... _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

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Flowers, and a note. ‘I heard you moved, I don't have that address, but if there's any address I'll forever have, it's the one to your heart. Kidding. It's the one to your office. I'm sorry Diana, I know it's not what you want to hear, but it's where I need to start. You deserve to be treated better than this, and I am deeply sorry for my actions, so I'm sending you this apology message in a card to let you know that I love everything about you, always, and every single day.

With all my love and appreciation, Your Author ✨

Claire said while looking at her with a worried face. Clairol just shook her head and smile. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Anyways, I'm Clairol Tampson, Mr. Velasquez. It's nice to finally meet you.” She also tried to extend her hand but cause of panick she extend her right hand instead. “Opps. Wrong hand,” she said shyly after shaking the hands of Draven through her left hand. She hopes he didn't remember her. “How about we continue from talking it to the faculty room?” She said casually.

Believe me, I never expected this kind of reception and it makes me grateful to you all. I love you all. Regards, Adeola. P.S. My name is pronounced Ah-Day-Ore-La(d) ❤️

Yours sincerely Jacob Mont Blanc. He had sent it a year and half before the massacre. I read several more he had written to the Primes and to my father until there were 6 letters left. I picked the first one, unfolding it, my heart skipping at the first sentence. My Dearest Adelaide, Although you know me only by my name, I am your true mate. I understand that you may doubt the contents of this letter, as we have not formally met for you to ascertain the truth of my claim. If you afford me a chance to meet with you, I will gladly explain how I came to know of this information. Your questions and doubts will be addressed, and I will answer them honestly and sincerely.

Warm regards, Michy Himyz ;)

Frank’s voice came through, raspy and strange, almost like he had been crying—or drinking. “Olive… you made me a ridicule. A joke. A man that no one respects anymore. I know I offended you… deeply. I destroyed what we had. And maybe… it’s too late to say sorry. I don’t even know how to say it right. I’m not good at apologies… so I’m leaving this earth. In peace.” Olive scoffed bitterly. “Pathetic,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Another one of his drama games.” Then came another voice note.