Loveletters Stories

The sky here looks lonely. No star twinkles back at me even on the murkiest nights. Where are you my Moon? Why don't I see you? Come, fill my world again with your glow. Come, shine down your brilliance on me once more. Say something. Talk to me. If not then at least look at me... Spare me a single glance... ...breathe life into me. ~~~~~~~~ Her jaded eyes brimmed with life when they fell upon his lone figure, looking back at her with the same intensity, eyes staring directly into her soul. She fervently wished he wasn't a figment of her vivid imagination. Because if he were, she wouldn't be able to trust herself anymore. Her breath hitched seeing him taking slow, deliberate steps in her direction, making her heart thump madly against her bosom. And soon a familiar name rolled down her tongue... "Eklavya..." ~~~~~~~~ Note: This is part two of EklavyaxAnamika Universe. It cannot be read as a standalone. To have a better understanding it is advised to read part one before. ~~~~~~~~ Swarna_Mriga. Anamika ©2025. Cover. All rights to its owner

This book is not a guide on how to find love. It is a collection of thoughts from a girl in her twenties who loved deeply, got attached too fast, confused obsession with passion, survived breakups, felt lonely in relationships, and learned how to come back to herself. It is for you if you have ever asked yourself "is this love or am I just scared to be alone?" If you have cried over someone who barely noticed. If you are single, heartbroken, in a relationship, or somewhere in between. If even one page makes you feel less alone, then it was worth writing. So... shall we be friends?

TWO-SHOT where Aditi finds love notes written by 'Anonymous' addressed to her.

Beatrice La Dove is a 16 year old girl who lives in a small town in New Jersey called Doria Mane. She was the sweetest and most creative person anyone who met her knew. She loved trying new things and having many hobbies. But her all time favorite hobby was painting. She'd go anywhere just for one singular painting. When she found out her parents were leaving her alone to go on a cruise together, Bee was left all alone in her small home with no parents to talk to or hang out with. When her mom left, she had to take over her mom's flowers shop, which she also learnt a lot from doing so. She met new friends, found new hobbies, and went places and did things she never thought she'd do. And then she met a grump. Jasper Val was a 16 year old boy who also lives in a small town in New Jersey called Doria Mane. He hated many things. Talking, loud people, loud places, people who are too happy, school, people who invade his space, and doing anything that wasn't being silent. He was the literal definition of a grump. When he met Bee, everything changed. He no longer was allowed to be alone when he wanted to be, he had to deal with a smiley person and someone who invaded his space. Will Bee crack the grumpy man? Maybe he'll realize how much Bee actually means to him. Those couple of months with her parents on a cruise changed her life. For the better, of course. 🐝

A guy finding a creative outlet to keep himself from going crazy. Poems about love, depression, mental health, patience, gratitude, and the world around us fill these pages. I hope you enjoy! Will be updated periodically as I write more poems. To see daily poems before they're published here, please visit @some_little_letters on Threads, and/or _little_letters on X/Twitter

"Spotty." I blurt without hesitation. "Spotty?" "Yes." I look over at him, demonstrating with my hands, "She had spots. Well...a spot. But still. Spots. So, Spotty." I smile, bringing my hands together, "Cute name, huh?" He bites his bottom lip, "Yep...cute." Looking down at the ground, he whispers, "Like you..." My eyes widen, "What?" "That's true." He says a bit louder, clearing his throat, "Very cute name..." But I thought he said- Maybe not... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #2 in Instruments (02/16/26) He reminded her of the FOREST. She reminded him of the RAIN. They'd only spoken a handful of times, but every moment they shared was one they'd never forgotten. He was so sure of his feelings 'til that day. It was sudden. And after that chance encounter, it confirmed what he thought was just a crush that'd eventually fade away, to be something else. Now, he knew that she was so much more special to him than he had ever thought. She wasn't sure what had happened that day. It was unexpected. He was so kind and so gentle, and they were mere acquaintances. More surprisingly, she didn't know why she'd felt so comfortable around him so easily. Let alone so quickly. Who knew sitting at a bus stop could lead to so much?

"Does Love Matter?" Ananya doesn't believe in forever. Not after her father left. Not after she learned that love, no matter how soft, can still walk away. Then she meets Raghav - a quiet photographer who sees the world the way she writes about it: gently, honestly, and always in color. What begins as a passing connection becomes something that asks her to stay - to trust, to forgive, to feel. But when Raghav's past resurfaces and her own fears begin to whisper louder than love itself, Aanya must answer the question she's been running from all her life: Does love matter... if it doesn't last? A slow-burn story of healing, distance, and finding yourself in the space between heartbreak and hope.

"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(!).

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.

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

in case you ever find this- we used to climb through each other's windows like the world outside didn't exist. you danced in my bedroom while i made up songs that didn't mean anything yet. we were just kids who didn't know what to call the way we chose each other over everyone else. then life happened. we grew up. we stopped climbing through windows. now we're here again-older, almost strangers, pretending we don't remember how easy it used to be. i didn't mean to fall in love with you. i think it just happened in the quiet space between then and now. i think it happened the first time you laughed like you used to and i realized i'd missed that sound more than i'd let myself admit. so i'm writing instead of saying it. because if i say it out loud, i might lose you again. these letters were never meant to be sent. but somehow, they find their way back to you anyway. and maybe this time, we finally have the words. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ lower case is intentional

She wrote the love letters. He signed his name. They were both falling for the same girl. Christine Lee measures her life in milliseconds: the time between a starter beep and her dive, the split-seconds that define a race at the Texas State Championships, and the ticking clock until her Stanford application is due. In the pristine, pressure-cooker world of Highland Park High, she's a model student, a champion swimmer, and a ghostwriter of genius. When Marcus Jones, the basketball team's socially-awkward star, begs her to write love letters to cheerleader Ellie Watson, Christine agrees-because she's harboring a secret crush on Ellie, too. Now, she's texting the girl of her dreams through Marcus's phone, crafting a poetic persona that isn't his, and tutoring him in charm at Starbucks study dates. As Ellie falls for the mind behind the messages, Christine is trapped in a love triangle of her own making, forced to confront her identity, her desires, and the cost of living through someone else's name. How long can you ghostwrite your own heart before the truth surfaces?

Marvell starts receiving mysterious letters from a admirer

"I want you to know, I love you the most. I'll always be there right by your side. 'Cause baby, you're always in my mind. Just give me your forever (give me your forever" ~ Zack Tabuldo In which Y/N Serena Watson twin sister of Keifer Watson falls in love with her brothers best friend, Yuri Hanamichi. Yuri and Y/N were always off limits in dating each other, until one day y/n gets jealous and shows her real feelings .

[25x 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒🏅] || Previously known as "Forever Be My Always" || UPDATES WEEKLY! ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. Will he be able to break apart the guards that she has created? 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 had always been lovely, vibrant, and full of enthusiasm. But the truth about her parents' separation had torn her apart. Her father's betrayal of her mother has made her believe that love is far from being beautiful. She has withdrawn into herself, finding solace in Mathematics, Science fiction and caffeine. On the other hand, 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 was on the verge of understanding his feelings for Vritika when everything shifted in ways he never anticipated. He found himself dating her best friend, 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐚―a decision that blurred boundaries and clouded emotions he hadn't fully confronted. What began as confused infatuation soon turned into tangled emotions and guilt. Yet his love for Vritika never faded. He wanted her to fall in love; but she must never know it was him. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. Will Advik's love be able to illuminate Vritika's darkest corners? 𝑂𝑅 Will his real identity cast a shadow of darkness between them? ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Copyright © 2024 [Aatishi Ravira] All rights reserved. Plagiarism is a crime. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

A girl writes a letter to her crush everyday without revealing her identity. A boy receives a letter everyday when he opens his locker, not knowing who this person is.

In a quiet corner of campus, an old mailbox becomes the place where two hearts learn each other through words. ⤷ on going... © featana. 2026.

My Thoughts is a deeply introspective and emotionally raw exploration of unanswered questions, silent longings, and the ache of uncertainty. Through a series of heartfelt reflections, the book delves into the complexities of love, self-doubt, and the unspoken fears that linger in the depths of our minds. Each question posed is a window into the soul, capturing the pain of feeling unseen, the yearning for validation, and the bittersweet hope for answers that may never come. Written with profound vulnerability, My Thoughts is not just a book-it's an intimate conversation with the heart, a place where emotions are laid bare and the echoes of unspoken words find a voice.

The intense feeling of love for someone and the pain it follows when you cannot have this person as a lover or even have them in your life.

y/n , a normal earthy girl, and loki the God of mischief,worlds apart living different lives never knowing how fate has bounded them this is a story of how they find each other