Letters Stories

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

He placed his hands on either side, pinning her to the wall. "It's you, isn't it?" She gulped, "I'm not sure what you mean." He threw his head back and laughed, "Oh darling," He said, gazing into her eyes once more, "you know exactly what I'm talking about." Her breathing was becoming fast, "I-I don't know what you're going on about, Black, so let me go." She tried to push him away but Sirius didn't budge. Instead, he smirked, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. "Your grey eyes are like Firewhiskey, an addiction. Ring a bell?" Her eyes widened for a moment, as she felt her heart picking up speed by the second, and his breath on her face sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment. "Sirius..." She barely whispered out. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨... Started: December 27, 2021 Ended: ? Republished: August 22, 2022 Cover by @lazylangdon Highest Rankings: #9 in #Voldemort (June 25, 2023) #1 in #Sirius (September 22, 2024) #3 in #Moony (July 30, 2023) #3 in #Maraudersmap (August 26, 2023) #3 in #Prongs (September 3, 2023) #3 in #SecretAdmirer (September 19, 2023) #7 in #MaraudersFanfiction (November 10, 2024) #1 in #Jamespotter (August 6, 2024) #31 in #LilyPotter (May 25, 2024) #6 in #Letters (December 7, 2024)

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱi | ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ #3 on

Callista Black never fit. She carved space for herself anyway, unbothered by the symmetry she ruined. She didn't care who loved her, or who didn't. She loved them all anyway. Loudly. Shamelessly. Confidently. She's the kind of person you would want gone and miss the loudest when they aren't around. Not quite a ball of sunshine. But undeniably a stubborn, aggressively affectionate, moody, and catastrophically clumsy form of entertainment. Callista Black: Daughter of Regulus Black. Tongue of Sirius Black. And a heart that, unfortunately, doesn't know when to stay out of trouble. Including a certain dragon tamer. *cough* Charlie you handsome man *cough* Life was fine, normal even, if you were merciful. Until Sirius Black broke out of prison. Everyone thought it was vengeance. Callista wondered if it was loneliness. The one where Sirius Black meets his niece. "Two Broken Misfits, broken just enough to fit right." [Charlie Weasley × Hufflepuff OC] Because - Dragons, muscles, questionable decisions and whatnot. *Slowburn, btw. Friends to Lovers because apparently I enjoy suffering. _______ The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Callista Black is mine. This story is written for fun, so you might as well enjoy it. _______ 1st May, 2026: somehow hit #1 in a few tags (remuslupin, charlieweasley, billweasley?? yeah I don't get it either)

where, they send letters to each other (everything is fictional)

Dear Old Nicki, please call back.

what if "𝗣𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗶" starts with two frenemies who are ready to throw hands only by each-other's one glance!! School Frenemies to lovers to LIFE PARTNERS.... A beautiful story full of banters and the cute fights leading to love jahan.....𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐲𝐚🫠💋!! "𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐢 𝐧𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢"~ Naksh "𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢"~ Anika Dive into a beautiful story of NAKSH x ANIKA from their college life ❤!! ❤: NAKSH x ANIKA✨.........

A love letter that aches. A goodbye note that holds all the memories And two souls hanging on by a thread. Astra is no stranger to grief. She lost her little sister, Harley, and the silence left behind has followed her ever since. But when she meets Orson-a quiet boy with haunted eyes and too many secrets-something in her begins to stir again. Something like hope. Orson is planning to die. He's counted the days, written the note, and picked the place. But then comes Astra-light-filled, stubborn, and terrifyingly kind-and suddenly, letting go doesn't feel so simple. As the days draw closer to Orson's planned goodbye, Astra finds herself falling for the boy made of silence and sorrow. And Orson, against every part of him that has given up, starts to wonder: what if he stayed?

She came to Chicago to disappear. After her older brother's sudden death, Katherine leaves behind the only life she's ever known, hoping distance will bury the past. But when a hidden box of letters begins to unravel everything she thought she knew about her family, her quiet new life starts to fracture. Then there's the man who visits her café every morning. He doesn't recognise her. She doesn't recognise him. But some connections are made long before two people ever meet.

THE PROMISE WAS TO WRITE, THE DESTINY WAS TO REUNITE A childhood friendship born from exchanged letters. A promise made under blooming flowers. A goodbye that came too soon. Selene never expected the boy she once wrote to would become the memory she could never let go of. Now, as she enters a new chapter of her life, a melody from the past begins to echo once more. Some stories aren't finished-they're simply waiting to continue.

The Words You Never Knew Were Yours Meher Mehra had admired Shubman Gill from afar for years. She didn't admire him only for the runs, the records, or the Indian jersey. She noticed the person behind the cricketer. The tired eyes after a difficult match. The quiet moments nobody talked about. The pressure hidden behind a smile. During his Under-19 days, Meher accidentally stumbled upon an Instagram account named @gillbeyondtheboundary. Thinking it was just another fan or perhaps a fake account, she randomly sent a message. She never expected a reply. So she kept writing. After every match, on difficult days, on happy days, and sometimes for no reason at all, Meher left heartfelt messages for the boy she admired. You looked tired today. You don't have to prove yourself every day. You don't have to perform for everyone. Sometimes, just be Shubman. What Meher never knew was that Shubman was reading every word. Silently. He didn't know her name. He didn't know her face. Yet somehow, this unknown girl understood parts of him that even the people around him couldn't always see. Years pass. The Under-19 boy grows into a 26-year-old Indian cricketer, surrounded by his childhood best friend Abhishek Sharma, Ishan Kishan, and the older-brother figures he found in Rohit Bhai, Virat Bhai and Rahul Bhai. But through every victory, failure, celebration and lonely night, one thing remains unchanged. Her messages. Then one day, Meher finally asks the stranger behind the account who he really is. And Shubman realizes that the girl whose words have quietly stayed with him for years may be much closer to his heart than he ever imagined. Because some stories don't begin with a meeting. They begin with words. ~Vyn ♡

"Dear Jason..." Almost 3 years since Evelyn's departure back to her world, a safe appears in Gotham City addressed to the GCPD and Batfamily. Inside are letters not only proving Evelyn's survival but her League's fight against the Crime Syndicate. Follow the Waynes, Jason especially, as they read Evelyn McCallahan's riveting recollection of events. This piece is a significantly-shorter, standalone conclusion that does NOT require reading of 'Belong Here With Us' first. (Quick synopsis in Foreword.) Based in the world of Wayne Family Adventures, meant for ages 15+. Evelyn is OG character and this piece is fanfiction meant to borrow from some timelines, but ultimately bears an original story with references(!).

It is the continuation of the first book Mohobbat ki Dastaan: his love healed her. After so many ups and downs they have finally come to walk in the path full of thorns and embers. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Let's dive into their story where love knows no boundaries. let's see how they will cross every boundary for there loved ones.

A collection of poems written in each piece like a petal that reveals soft confessions, hidden aches and language of silence. The silence that lingers in nights, and in the feelings that are too fragile to be spoken aloud. bookcover, illustrated by Hunnibee

Set in the 1990s, in a quiet village in Uttar Pradesh, where love travelled through handwritten letters, radio songs, long walks, and conversations over the telephone. Sunidhi is a Hindi teacher at the village school where her father once taught. Dharam works as an assistant at the local post office, quietly handling the desk work. They meet without expecting anything from each other. What begins with ordinary conversations slowly turns into something neither of them knows how to name. Between school corridors, dusty village roads, evening radio songs, exchanged glances and letters that say what their lips cannot, Sunidhi and Dharam find themselves falling in love-slowly, quietly, and completely. In a time when love did not need constant messages or grand gestures, theirs is a story of patience, respect and the little things that come to mean everything. A story of two people, one old-fashioned love, and a time when even holding hands took courage. ❤️

THE LINGORM TRILOGY BOOK I - BEFORE THE BRIGHT SMILE CAME BACK Before there were five years of silence, there was a Polaroid. Before distance, there were walks home, saved seats, tennis courts, birthday sleepovers, and a black album filled with things Lingling could never quite say out loud. Lingling Kwong had always been good at staying quiet. Orm Sethratanapong had always been good at staying. From the last year of elementary school to the years that followed, they grew into each other slowly-through friendship, routines, handwritten letters, tennis matches, family dinners, and a closeness neither of them knew how to name. Until growing up started asking for more than either of them knew how to give. Orm's world kept getting bigger. Lingling learned how to build one of her own. And somewhere between almost-confessions, missed timing, ambition, injury, and everything they left unsaid, the person who once felt like home became someone Lingling no longer knew how to reach. This is the story before the reunion. Before the questions they would eventually have to answer. Before the bright smile came back.

She was twelve when she wrote it. A simple Raksha Bandhan letter to an unknown soldier somewhere near the border. She wrote about her life, her dreams, and one innocent wish- one day, she would marry an Army officer. He has the uniform, the reputation, the battlefield scars-and absolutely no interest in love. Their worlds shouldn't have crossed. Until a defence summit in Kashmir. Until an attack neither of them saw coming. Until a stranger saves a soldier's life and takes a bullet meant for him. She doesn't know his name. He doesn't know her story. And neither of them knows that somewhere in the past, a ten-year-old promise has already written the first page of their story. Some stories begin with a meeting. Theirs began long before they ever met.

‹كُلَّمَا قَرَأَ مَايْكِلْ رِسَالَةً، اِقْتَرَبَ أَكْثَرَ مِنْ فَتَاةٍ لَا يَعْرِفُ اِسْمَهَا، وَلَا وَجْهَهَا، وَلَا سَبَبَ إِصْرَارِهَا عَلَى الِاخْتِبَاءِ.› ‹The more Michael read a message, the closer he got to a girl whose name he did not know, nor her face, nor the reason for her insistence on hiding.›

He wanted her to be part of his world. She was determined to stay out of it. But maybe, through a letter, their worlds will finally collide.

This series is a collection of unsent letters and diary entries written between Classes 8 and 10 (2019-2022). These pages revolve around someone she never confessed to, but never stopped noticing. She writes about little moments that meant more to her than he could ever know. Years later, she comes back and finds more than just a forgotten crush. There are gaps, silences, and moments that don't fully explain themselves- things that were happening in her life at the time. P.S. This is not a confession to him. Na thei uh maw? It is simply what was written then, and what is understood now. It is a record of everything she wanted to say, but never did. _____________________________________ Dear readers, I'd like to be consistent, but my routine is a bit unpredictable. I'll try my best to update whenever I can.