Sincerely Yours Truly Novels & Stories

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) ❤️

Guess, I have no other choice, huh? *****

His voice echoed through the microphone, full of enthusiasm. “Distinguished guests! Tonight is a special moment because our annual event’s main sponsor has arrived! Please give a big round of applause for the legendary billionaire, owner of Walkez Group, Lazarus Walkez V!” The room erupted immediately. Thunderous applause roared from every corner, accompanied by enthusiastic cheers. I saw the faces of the men around us—young and old—all of them beaming. Some stood up to get a clearer view, some whispered in admiration. I knew exactly why. Lazarus wasn’t just rich; he was the symbol of the success they dreamed of. A self-made billionaire who built an empire from nothing, cold, charismatic, an

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.

I hope you all like the update. Toodles Yours CeeCee

to tell the truth. *_*

Sincerely, Crystal I read over the e-mail a couple times, making minor adjustments for tone, grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and then hit the dreaded send button. I allowed myself a little smile, the first true smile that I had had in days. I actually felt like I had accomplished something, no matter how small it was.

Just: the true thing said when it is true, which is the practice we have both made and which means that when it is said it lands without explanation. "I love you," I say. The city hums. *Yes,* it says. *Yes,* I say. *That is exactly right.*