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]]

"You don't know me. And maybe, you never will. But somewhere under a sky not too different from yours, Someone found peace in your chaos, And hope in your storms. You didn't ask to be an inspiration - But you became one. Not with loud words or grand gestures, But by simply showing up again and again, Even when it hurt. I'm not writing this for attention. Not for a reply. Not for a moment in your spotlight. I'm writing because I needed you to know - That your existence matters. Even if the world forgets, Even if the applause dies down, Even if the crowd moves on - Someone out here still remembers. Still smiles when they think of you. Still draws courage from your strength. Still breathes easier because of your words. You didn't heal me. But you helped me heal myself. And that's more powerful than you'll ever know. So even if you never know my name, Never see my face, Just remember - You made a difference. Quietly. Humbly. Unknowingly. And that's what real impact looks like.         - yours, from afar. She loved him like a shadow in silence, he loved her in light like a moon, they were- Bound by destiny, written in stars, fate wasn't cruel this time it was somewhat... Humble. Welcome to another shit- ahem story by moon_light-fics✨🥂 AGAIN A KTH FF. DO READ MY OTHER FFS. TW: this story contains mild stalking themes Not too detailed but please read at your own comfort sweetie ☺️.

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. _______ 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)

They say your first real love is supposed to be special. They never say what happens when it's impossible. When it's someone you see almost every day. Someone who laughs, talks, exists right there - but will never be yours. I didn't plan this. I didn't want this. But it happened anyway. So I started writing it all down. Because if I can't say it out loud, at least it can exist here.

It was always them. Always Luke and Matt. Even after one moved across the state. It had always been them. Until it wasn't. Letters still arrived at his house, one after another. Hid away in a box under his bed, but never opened after what had happened. He couldn't, he was scared, scared to loose the now only person he cared for as well. So he did it himself, not replying, not reading what the other had to say. Slowly loosing himself in his head instead. - He returned. They couldn't stay there, staying where they lost something - no someone - who kept that family going, together. Trying to run away from the place that kept reminding them what had happened, what they'd lost, what he lost. He build a wall around himself, shielding him from emotions he was too scared to feel, emotions that could get him crushed like a wave - again. - But what if - what if the person he thought he had lost as well, the one he abandoned, is the one who slowly but steady breaks through this wall. Showing him it's okay to feel again, to except to be scared of things - showing him he doesn't have to go alone through this ocean of feelings.

One letter every seven days. For Jasmine Bloom, the first envelope on her locker seemed like a harmless, anonymous prank. But as the weeks bled into months, the curiosity that once drove her turned into a creeping dread. Seven weeks. Seven handwritten notes. Seven murders. What began as a mysterious game of cat and mouse ends on the final day of the seventh week-not with an explanation, but with a murder and a chilling revelation.

A princess disguised as an attendant. A prince disguised as a soldier. Bound by destiny. Drawn together by letters. And loved by choice. A story written in ink, sealed with secrets, and destined to change a kingdom. ✨

Something that stays quietly and gently. A poem compilation about secret admiration

"He has only 3 months to live." Doctor said, keeping his voice low. "That's enough." ____________________ Avis Blue. Daughter of a doctor who falls in love with a patient - A boy who has only 3 months left to live his life. Determined to save all his memories and preserve them forever, she decides to write daily about him in a diary. But fate had a very different plan for them. The diary never got completed. Only 40 days entry. Why so?

is this reality? Original works of skrimofsy.

Some people enter your life loudly. Others arrive quietly- then change everything without warning. They say timing is everything. But what if the right person came into your life at the wrong time? What if love was real- but time simply wasn't kind enough to let it stay? Shyne Via D. Marquez is a quiet, emotionally distant BSA student who believes that feelings are distractions and success should always come first. Known for her dry humor, nonchalant attitude, at pagiging allergic sa unnecessary interactions, sanay siyang umiwas sa attachments at focus lang sa future niya. Until she meets Jacob Zayvo S. Vargas. A varsity player na confident, naturally charming, at sanay makuha gusto niya-except Shyne's attention. Magkaiba sila ng mundo, personality, at priorities, but somehow their paths keep crossing in the most unexpected ways. But behind Jacob's easygoing attitude and behind Shyne's emotionally distant personality, parehong may tinatagong bagay na kayang baguhin lahat. ----- This story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events are products of the author's own imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places are purely coincidental. Fiction is fiction, it is important to know that this story has nothing to do with the real life world and should stay in this story only. Some grammatical and typographical errors ahead!

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.

A boy searching for meaning. A girl hiding behind laughter. A book no one touches-until their words collide inside it. Nothing between them is accidental and nothing is as simple as it seems.

A girl rents the corner room in a lively shared house, expecting nothing more than a place to stay. Inside the desk in her room, she finds a bundle of old letters.....written decades ago, between two people who once planned a future together. As she begins to read them, a quiet story unfolds. Of love, of waiting, and of something that never quite reached its ending. But somewhere between the letters, something feels incomplete. And she can't stop wondering what was left unfinished?

She was born from chaos, kept alive by the noise-until he arrived and stilled the storm. In his silence, she felt seen. In his presence, she became. But love, like all fragile things, expired without warning. Now, with nothing left but breath and unsent words, she writes-to remember, to mourn, to survive. Genre: Epistolary Poems © 2022 by maxlilies (Kylie Anne Gida)

ཻུ۪۪♡ Epistolary Mia Elise Rodriguez knows that some feelings are too vibrant for small talk. As a member of the Art Club, she's spent semesters admiring its president, Amir Hans Nueva-the boy who paints with light but doesn't see the girl in the back of the studio. To him, she's a talented peer; to her, he's a masterpiece she isn't ready to claim. So, Mia does the only thing she knows how to do. She writes. UNTOLD LOVE SERIES #2

[Volume IV Beginning of January 2026 - In progress] Welcome to Volume IV, it is not necessary to read any previous volumes or letters since each letter is a stand alone work. Feel free to start reading from the latest day, or pick your favorite Princess from the chapter names and start there. This is not written linearly. Thank you! No one wants to feel lonely. And the best cure is to have a friend talk to you and care about you. Sadly sometimes people don't have any friends to talk to, so I am writing these letters to anyone that wants to read them. This way you at least have a friend thinking about you and talking to you. Sometimes we take for granted our ability to lead a normal life. However for some, like the young royals of the world, they don't have the luxury of leading a normal life. Perhaps it's difficult for them to make friends? Perhaps they don't have anyone to talk to? Who knows? We are a family, and family takes care of each other. So these letters are addressed to them and are there if they need them. But everyone is free to read them in case you need them. They are as much for you as they are for them. Thanks everyone, enjoy! Saint Anthony Guide

a compilation of love letters and poetry dedicated to my amaranthine status: on-going start: nov. 12, 2025

She wrote when she couldn't speak, folded her truths into verses no one asked for. He never knew how many times she broke with a smile on her lips and a poem in her hands. There are moments tucked between pages where silence spoke louder than presence, and every unwritten reply felt like a kind of goodbye. He'll never read them. But maybe you will. Genre: Poetry © 2024 by maxlilies (Kylie Anne Gida)