Loveletter Stories

Dior cooper, isang lalaking walang kinagisnang magulang. hindi nakilala ni Dior ang kanyang ama dahil nabuntis lamang ang kanyang ina sa pagka dalaga,pero sa kasamaang palad binawian ito ng buhay habang ipinapanganak siya kaya tanging lolo lamang niya ang nagpalaki sa kanya! swerte nalang dahil billionaryo ang kanyang lolo at kilalang negosyante pero ano nga ba ang gagawin ni Dior kung ang nag iisang tao sa buhay niya ay mawawala pa dahil sa isang aksidente? buhay ang binawi buhay ang kapalit pero magkaroon kaya si Dior ng konsensya sa pagpapahirap nya sa inosenteng babae? *** HASSET DOMINGO, isang simpleng tao at may payak na buhay, hindi mayaman pero may kumpletong pamilya. driver sa isang kumpanya ang kanyang ama pero sa hindi inaasahang pag kakataon habang nag mamaneho ang kanyang tatay ay nawalan ng preno ang minamaneho nitong truck at bumangga sa isang mamahaling sasakyan at dahilan para mamatay ang mga sakay nito habang buhay na pagkakakulong ang kapalit hindi kaya ni hasset tiisin ang ama na mabulok sa kulungan kaya naglumuhod ito sa apo ng namatay na bilyonaryo pumayag ang bilyonaryong lalaki kapalit ng buhay niya mawawalan siya ng kalayaan magsisilbi habang buhay sa bilyonaryo kapalit ng kalayaan ng kanyang ama pero hindi inakala ni hasset na magiging sex slave siya nito! may katapusan kaya ang hirap na dadanasin niya sa mga kamay ni Dior? *** AUTHOR IM NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER, BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST PARA MAGING MAGANDA YUNG STORY IF EVER MAY MALI SA PAGSULAT KO AY IGNORE NYO NALANG PO😁✌️ Ang lugar,pangyayari at pangalan ay isa lamang sa mga imagination ko. *if you want completed story May natapos po ako ARRANGE MARRIAGE PLEASE CHECK ON MY ACCOUNT🥰

heartbreaker, justin bieber ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 in which, navia davis made a love letter to clarisse and got rejected lowercase intended s1-? clarisse la rue x oc ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

Seungcheol discovers a mysterious box of letters in his mother's vault, all addressed to him. When curiosity peaks his interest, he reads the letters, each one stirring a whirlwind of emotions. Who wrote these letters? Why did they never reach? How come his mother possess them? Who loved him so dearly yet stayed silent?

𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 | 18+ ♡ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ♡ ❝ 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒉𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒊... 𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊.❞ 🛺 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ᥫ᭡ --- ❝ Three couples. One tangled fate. ❞ Lies become contracts. Distance burns into desire. And promises? They don't always stay unbroken. --- 🌸 Sanya × Arnav She owns a café. He runs an empire. They promised: no love, no drama. But rules fall apart when silence starts echoing her name in his chest. 💬 "No love, no drama, right?" 💬 "Then why do I look for you in every silence?" --- 🔥 Kaira × Zaviyar She brought a contract. He brought a deal. Now they share a house-and a battlefield. 💬 "You think you scare me?" 💬 "No. But you make it very hard to focus." --- 🌙 Rooh × Suyash He wanted silence. She arrived with stories. And somehow, she's the only one who sees the scars he never speaks about. 💬 "Why are you still here?" 💬 "Because for once, I don't want to run." --- 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆. --- 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Book Cafe Owner X CEO Marriage of convenience CEO × Secretary Business rivals alliance Chaotic banter & nicknames Multi-couple romance He has a pet, she's terrified → forced bonding Enemies to lovers slow burn Reverse grumpy X sunshine ✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐲 ✦

After her brother's death, (Y/N Hien-Yeon), Seo-yeon's twin, fleds Korea to heal, but years later she returns and reconnects with her old friends. In the quiet moments of shared memories and music, she unexpectedly falls in love with Han Seo-jun.

In 1990s Seoul, a young heart struggles with expectations, fear, and the quiet ache of longing. Amid unspoken truths and stolen glances, he searches for someone who truly sees him. A tender story of love, identity, and fragile hope.

Every letter Elias wrote to Ivelle before he passed.

Letters I never had the courage to mail~

Quinn Carter and Oscar Piastri were inseparable as kids - best friends who shared dreams, secrets, and a promise to always stay in each other's hearts. When life pulled them apart, Oscar spent a year writing her letters he never sent, pouring out everything he felt, while Quinn, unaware, fell in love with someone else. Years later, Quinn's rising music career brings her to a new challenge: writing two songs for the F1 movie - and the subject of her music is none other than Oscar. When they meet again, the years of separation melt away, and memories of laughter, heartbreak, and unspoken feelings come flooding back. Now, with careers, fame, and past loves in the way, they must navigate whether the bond they shared as children can survive the pressures of adulthood - and whether love, long deferred, can finally find its way home.

Ever wondered what it would be like to live in the past when love letters were still a thing? Not just any love letters-the kind written with actual ink and quill, maybe even sealed with a drop of blood if you're into that sort of thing. Okay, maybe that's a bit too fictional. That only happens in fantasy novels-or any romance novel with a regency theme. But what about a simple, handwritten love letter? Just pen and paper. No theatrics. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to receive one? Yeah, me neither. In a world filled with instant messaging and emails, who even has the time to sit down, write a letter by hand, and mail it to someone's doorstep? Love letters are practically extinct. Which is why I was completely caught off guard when I found one lying in front of my door. An actual, physical love letter. Not regency-style, but sealed in an envelope with a wax heart stamp. Bonus points to the sender for choosing pink paper. Cue my mix of emotions: confusion, excitement... and just a little bit of horror. Because, let's be real-this could mean I have a stalker. But as I read the letter, that fear faded. This wasn't some creepy obsession. This was an actual secret admirer letter. And now, I find myself waiting-anticipating-the next one.

Philip Walker, an aspiring famous F1 racer known for his always need for speed. Growing up, he always had a fascination with fast cars and dreamed of becoming a professional racer. He started his career as a street- racer and quickly made a name for himself in the racing circuit. Philip's passion for racing only intensified each passing year. He worked tirelessly to hone his skills and become one of the best F1 racers in the world. He always pushed himself to the limit, never satisfied with his performance, and always striving for more. Philip's need for speed was insatiable. He loved the adrenaline rush of driving at high speeds and the feeling of being in control of a powerful machine. However, there was one powerful machine he could not control and a road he couldn't ride at high speed.

This story will heal your inner child,For those who didn't find love at home, or didn't find the love they wanted from their father, or even in school, this story will make you feel that love. ❤️❤️ ____________________________________ MEERA SHARMA: a feisty NCC cadet, is visiting the National Defence Academy (NDA) on a school trip. She's obsessed with the olive green uniform officer's, but her excitement gets the better of her. Driven by a dare and a desire to see the "Sudan Block" at midnight, she sneaks out of the guest house. ARJUN SHEKHAWAT: a stone-faced NDA Cadet Captain known for his "no-nonsense" attitude. To him, rules are sacred, and a civilian wandering the campus at 11 PM is a breach of security he won't tolerate. The Spark: When meera's flashlight catches meera in the shadows, the "scrolling" is legendary. He gives her a fierce dressing-down about discipline and the gravity of the academy. trop: she fell first × he fell hard ncc cadet × NDA cadet captain slow burn hate to love army romance ❤️✨

Pranjal Mehra never thought she'd be engaged while completing her studies, but when her parents arranged her match with Abhimanyu Saroha, she expected formality - not the quiet, patient man who would slowly rewrite the meaning of home. Against all odds, she confessed her feelings while still juggling lectures, assignments, and dreams that seemed too big for her small world. He became her anchor, her safe place, even before she earned the right to wear the uniform. But love was only the beginning. Selected for the Military Intelligence Corps, Pranjal stepped into a life where every mission carried risk, every decision could mean life or death, and distance wasn't just measured in miles. Abhimanyu, with his silent strength, remained her constant - the man who could shake entire walls to keep her safe, even from afar. When duty tests every promise they've made, will their love stand unbroken... or will the battlefield claim more than just soldiers?

I could never say aloud what I truly feel, but I can write it.

it's between a fan and idols how a fan loves his idol and how their idol is the reason for their fan happiness.

War forgets what art remembers. Grief remembers what war forgets. All Giselle Allard wanted was to honour her and her sister's shared dream by becoming a prima ballerina. And yet, in a city of snow-dusted dreams, hers seems as far out of reach as ever. Working hard to overcome cultural barriers as a French pariah in France, the arrival of the Maître de Ballet en Chef's son only complicates matters for her. ㅤInjured and decorated, Anton Volkov has returned home to Leningrad by no volition of his own, torn between ideology and the voices of the ghosts that follow him. He didn't mean to be pulled into her orbit. She didn't mean to fall for someone who was more soldier than poet. ㅤAs Giselle dances toward the role that can make or break her and her dreams, Anton finds himself caught between sides and the startling desire of wanting something for himself for once. She is everything the state doesn't reward, but the more she dares to shine, the more he finds himself drawn in, despite knowing exactly how it ends for men like him. In the heart of Leningrad, Giselle and Anton must choose what's worth holding on to: duty, desire, or the fragile beauty of something that may not survive the final act. After all, every ballet has its last bow. And every soldier learns when not to march. Either way, the curtain never falls quietly. ㅤㅤan original historical romance. ㅤㅤ⋆˚✮ © ladyqueenish / daemos_ ㅤㅤ31/07/25 to TBD. ᝰ.ᐟ

'Crystal glass skin, charming wine lips, although our story seemed incomplete, I would write about it. The best of me was you. The best of us was true. I will write down my love in words, so they can multiply. So I can look to them and always remember, surely there was a time I truly felt it. There was a time I felt invincibly in love, and it all began the first time I met love.' A story in the shape of poem.

1902. A courtroom. A glance that changes everything. Harry Styles, an attorney who has spent his whole life trying to disappear. Niall Horan, a woodcarver who is never silent, even when times aren't safe. They cross paths in a trial they'll never forget, but their story is written elsewhere... in pages where ink spills in secret, love presses between lines, and truths that can only survive when hidden. Love doesn't always survive in this cruel world, but love always survives in memories. DOES MENTION (CHILDHOOD) SA, PLEASE READ WITH CARE!!

Everything I think and feel about myself and the world around me. I'm a hypocrite in my own right, but aren't we all. I speak of my beliefs, strengths, and 'weaknesses' My wins and losses Just me wrapped in a sloppy bow My diary.

Alan Wyatt's life is simple-early mornings at the bakery, quiet evenings at home, and a future he can almost predict. That is, until Theo Ryder shows up. Theo is rude, distant, and everything Alan can't stand, but their forced time together at the bakery turns their hostility into an unexpected connection. As the walls between them begin to crumble, Alan realizes the truth behind Theo's guarded eyes, he learns that love can grow where it's least expected-and sometimes, it's the things left unsaid that mean the most.