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]]

'𝑺𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆.' But not Casanna, the sole heir of the Duke of Rosemore. She refuses to be what society expects her to. She rejects its standards, defies its traditions and breaks every expectation placed upon her. She simply refuses to be dictated to. All she ever wanted was to live at her own pace, to honor her family's legacy while quietly fading into the background. 'Not just a rose with vivid petals and thorns but something far more.' However, peace always demands a price. What seemed like a simple dream becomes far more complicated when she meets someone who mirrors her own fire, someone who will challenge her heart and change her forever. Someone who has the same temperament as hers. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. ❁✿❀✾❃

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)

Since he was young, Khaydel De Luna vowed to his parents that he would do everything to achieve the dreams that they wanted for him. With the pen and paper on his hand, he would do all the things to pave a way towards his dream to be one of the top journalists of the country. He would do all the tasks just to be the headline of his own scoop. He thought everything was as serene and peaceful as the calm waves, but, it wasn't. It was just the calm before the storm. Like a strong typhoon, someone barged inside his perimeter. With the gun and piercing gaze, the man was owning, Khaydel knew it wasn't good news. He knew that he should start building walls and burning bridges, but he found his defenses collapsing like dominoes. With the tension rising between the two of them, Khaydel knew that he should think of a better strategy to defend his heart from further damages. Would he fight for his beliefs inside the battle of heart? Or would he surrender himself to the man as they conquer each other's territory?

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

She never expected a simple library book to change her life. What started as anonymous letters slowly became something she couldn't explain - something that felt like home, even without a name. But love is never simple.❤️‍🩹 Misunderstandings grew, truths stayed hidden, and life kept pulling them apart when they were never truly ready to let go.😭 Years later, when everything finally comes back to the surface, Jay is forced to face a truth she never saw coming - that some love stories don't end... they just pause in time. A story of letters, silence, heartbreak, and a love that refuses to disappear. Because sometimes, the person you were waiting for... was there all along.🥺🤔 Some love stories don't end the way you hope. And this one... might not be what you expect.🤫❤️‍🩹

Hello Dawlings! Welcome to our brand newsletter book, and guess who's in it? Me! The one and only Hermes! It is also safe to say that the Hermes cabin has officially won the war, not that any one of you should expect anything less! The Titan War is over, oh thank me, so delivery is on its way! I'm incredibly fast, I am lightning, I am speed. I am here with your weekly newsletter, well, news- a ha ha ha! It's Hermes (and Senate) presenting the Weekly Sunday Newsletter! Where we feature frequent members, host super fun and speedy games, and showcase all of the hard work being done.

Jane po utracie ukochanego pisze do niego listy, w których na nowo przywołuje całą ich historię. Od momentu, gdy poznała tajemniczego nieznajomego o przerażająco jasnych oczach, przez płomienną miłość okrytą mrokiem, aż do tragicznych wydarzeń, z którymi dalej nie potrafi się zmierzyć... William - poeta, pracujący w galerii sztuki pojawił się w jej życiu niczym dawno wyczekiwany sztorm - zimny, niebezpieczny, skrywający mroczne tajemnice. Jane, niczym zwierzę w światłach reflektorów samochodu, spotkała się z przeznaczeniem, od którego nie było ucieczki; z przeznaczeniem, które sięga znacznie głębiej, niż oboje mogą sobie wyobrażać. Z biegiem ich pogłębiającej się relacji poznają coraz więcej tajemnic, które prowadzą ich do niespodziewanych odkryć i zmieniają ich życie już na zawsze. Patronują im kruki, mroczne zwierzęta, według legend przenoszące dusze zmarłych na drugą stronę. Ptaki stoją na straży granicy sacrum i profanum, ani na chwilę nie spuszczając przeszywającego wzroku z bohaterów...

Milo Calhoune wasn't looking for a love story when he found the journal wedged between the seat and wall of a train. But inside its pages is Marley - a girl desperate to escape the polished world she was born into, the future being chosen for her, and the boy she's expected to marry. What Milo doesn't know is that he already met Marley last summer in Montauk. Back then, she was No-Name: sharp-tongued, impossible, secretive, and unforgettable. She stole his fries, mocked his privilege, kissed him on the beach, and vanished without a goodbye. Now Milo is searching for the girl in the journal, never realizing she's the same girl who broke his heart.

Aurora's letters Aurora is the name of a daughter who exists, for now, only in my imagination. These are letters for her-pieces of who I am, the life I've lived, the people I've loved, and the things I've learned along the way. Maybe one day, she'll read them.

People may forget the events, but the heart remembers how they felt. This journal is a collection of letters, poems, and reflections born from the moments that changed my life. If any of these words can keep you company through a difficult night or make you smile, even for a moment, then they will have fulfilled their purpose.

a boy that finally gets the courage to open the letters he never sent to his crush reading it out loud and finally realizing that he loves that all along and maybe just maybe she would have loved him back But theres a twist somewhere something just doesn't add up

Some journeys begin with a theatre ticket. Others begin with a single moment that quietly changes your life. This is the story of my journey-from a child who casually watched a few films on television to someone who found inspiration in a man whose life transformed from actor to leader. It is a collection of memories, letters, reflections, and milestones that shaped my admiration for C. Joseph Vijay-known through the years as Ilayathalapathy, Thalapathy, and today, the Honourable Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu. More than a tribute, this is a heartfelt memoir about gratitude, dreams, cinema, culture, and the bond of an Anna and Thangachi that grew entirely through admiration and respect. Every chapter is a letter. Every memory is a page. Every word comes from the heart. This is not just his journey. It is also mine.

Every night, Adrian Hayes receives a one-minute phone call from Luna Parker, a girl who always disappears before midnight. As years pass, their brief conversations become something deeper, until one night changes everything. Unread Minutes is a story about time, distance, and words that never reach the people they were meant for.

Some words are too heavy to say out loud, too late, or too dangerous to ever be spoken. Instead, they are written down, folded carefully, and kept hidden away inside envelopes that will never reach their destination. Letters Never Sent is an essay that follows the unspoken story of feelings bottled up, apologies left unsaid, and truths kept locked away for years.

WARNINGG‼️ This is not a fictional love story. These are real words from a real chapter of my life-the love I once held, the pain I couldn't explain, the memories I couldn't let go of, and the things I never got to say.

In 1890s London, letters can change everything. Especially the heart. When C.J. Bramwell begins writing to the esteemed publisher Percival Blackwood, a simple request grows into something far more compelling. What begins as a polite request grows into an exchange of wit, reflection, and quietly stirring truths. Their correspondence charts a connection neither expected... and cannot ignore. ///New Chapters Posted Weekly - Mondays at 7pm CST///

A collection of my personal letters to all the people I love, hated, missed and will not forget.

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.