Fading Letters Romane & Geschichten

I would never forget you guys. Goodbye. ``````` After reading the letter, which is still displayed boldly on the screen as it lies on the ground with the pen he had used in writing, my breath seems like it would fail me, my heart beats so fast like I'm going to have a seizure. Casmien notices it, he pulls me closer to himself.

Sort of. It was the height of a normal door, more or less. Its outline flickered, stuttering between solid and glitch. Half of the frame was made of warped glass, the other half a jagged rip in the air that showed… nothing I recognized. It's just dark beyond. Deep, static‑laced dark. Across its threshold, letters burned. Not the Game’s fonts. Mine. Messy, hand‑written script, blinking in stark white: OUT Jax let out a low, impressed whistle.

Let's end this. ***

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Valarie The light reflecting from the candle across the room, casting shadows on the walls. The cool air brushed past me once again and I shivered, feeling cold from inside as I turned to look at the stack of letters I had written and placed in a table by the corner of the room. For Kaden. For Grey. For Ansel. For Elara. For Sky. Each word was a goodbye. A silent plea for forgiveness. A final confession of love. I had cried while writing letter and I knew the wetness of my teardrops that had dried would be evident as they read the letters.

"The King is... he’s a lonely little King." ​"Let him call," Mateo mumbled, his arm sliding around my waist just to keep us both from sliding off the seat. "He can call the moon. The moon doesn't answer to Cromwells." ​Everything became a montage of blurry faces and loud choruses. We were all "wasted" in the truest sense—wasted on the freedom, the gin, and the sheer relief of being away from the 40th floor.

Goodbye, please forget about me. I had fun playing with your heart. You are so stupid. -Charlotte Takeda’ That was the letter. Cullen’s eyes widened and his body was trembling. He was frozen and the letter fell from his hands. His eyes started to water and he began crying without realizing it. He could not believe what just happened.

He stood tall in front of me, his broad frame looming over me. Once, this same tall figure had shielded me from rumors and gossip. Now, it was pressuring me to hand over my designs. I bit down on my lip, tasting blood as it spread through my mouth. Felix looked at me with utter disappointment. "Lexie, you’re not yourself anymore." Disappointment and despair overflowed inside me, turning into tears that fell to the ground. Yes, I did not feel like myself anymore either. I used to be so proud and brave, but this man in front of me had turned me into someone weak and insecure.

I knew we’d run fast, and with fear pumping through us last night, but had we really run this far? “Surely we’re nearly there,” said Josh. “How much further, Poppy?” He must have thought the same thing I did. The sun suddenly dipped in the sky, and the pale green light faded to dark. New sounds and movements started in the bushes around us. I glanced at Poppy, who now had a bashful look on her face. “Poppy! Where are we?” I asked, my voice rising as my heart rate increased slightly. Josh looked between me and Poppy.

"Listen to me, Sophie… I've always loved you. After your competition is over in four days, let's stay together forever. I want you to trust me." Unfortunately, Sophie felt nothing but revulsion at the feel of William's powerful heartbeat beneath her palm. She gave a slight, noncommittal nod, and William smiled in response. "In any case, you can't leave me, Sophie." - Four days passed, and the day of the competition arrived. Lily's piano skills had suddenly improved dramatically, allowing her to play in perfect harmony with Sophie. When the performance finally ended, Lily felt a heavy weight lift from her shoulders as she smiled at the crowd.