Sincerely Yours Truly Novels & Stories

Because when the lights go out and everyone else is chasing parties or hookups, I’m in my tiny dorm room, fingers flying across the keyboard, writing the kind of stories that make people blush behind their phones. Anonymous submissions to the university literary magazine. No byline, just the pseudonym “Yours Truly.” Readers devour them. Comments flood the forums; filthy, hot and imaginative as hell. But there’s always that one recurring jab: “Bet the author’s a virgin. Those positions sound completely made-up.” It hurts because they’re right. I’ve never even kissed anyone properly, let alone done half the things I describe in graphic detail. My imagination runs wild, but reality? Locked and

It'd be nice to know that someone is reading this. Xoxo ~~~~~~~

Haughty Shoes. The email read, Dear Madam I heartily apologize for spamming your email along with making a salty cheesecake on the day you shot for your YouTube channel. I am regretful for the lack of attention on that day as I added salt instead of sugar in the dessert. I know my blunder is beyond contemplation and forgiveness.

sighing she gestured to the door. “Yes Jade thank you bu that'll be all” I responded, she quickly walked out the door and shut it quietly.turning back down I started signing off my remaining paper work.

Where I can be your father and I can make you smile sincerely, that is my wish. I hope you will have a good health and good luck to your adventures in your life my lady. Remember that I will forever remain in your heart and will accompany you through your hardships and struggles. I guess this is a goodbye right? Then, I'll be off. Farewell, my child. Sincerely, Your old man I bit my lower lip trying not to make a sound. I sobbed in silent while holding the letter, tears were flowing heavily from my eyes while my chest feels like it's going to tear apart.

I said, sounding like I was trying to convince myself instead. They looked at each other then started laughing. “Yeah, sure. The truth will set you free Hayes.” Theo muttered. “Veritas vos liberabit.” Max said in a language I didn’t understand. The truth she tried to remind me of. That was the only truth in all of this. Somehow, I was leaning closer than I should be. And I was stil texting her. YOU : You’re coming tonight right? JUNE : do I have a choice? YOU : no. JUNE : that sounded slightly threatening. YOU : good.

Pray for me and fingers crossed ❤️🫶🏿 Have a blissful and wonderful day, until then. Sincerely yours: Angel❤️🫶🏿

I hope you will still support my next novel. See you again soon! Take care and enjoy your day. Yours Truly, MoniqueR

I returned to the study and unlocked the drawer again, as if repetition might dull the truth. The envelope stared back at me. I took it out. The paper was thin now, softened by time, but the words were still sharp. You don’t get to decide what she deserves to know. I remembered the first time I read that line. How I’d told myself it was wrong. That love was permission enough. That guarding her future justified rewriting her past. The letter didn’t accuse. That was its cruelty. It explained. It laid out truths without emotion, without blame—facts arranged gently, like glass placed on a table, daring me to pretend I wouldn’t knock them over.

Give it a comment, so that I can know my work and mistakes. Thank you for your kindness and appreciation towards me. Yours truly ms. Athena_ma