MARY_OMONOWA

Synopsis of the story
Found His Love Letters—From the Future

When Penny stumbles upon an antique desk at a quirky little shop, she never expects to find a hidden stash of love letters—especially ones written to her. Even weirder? They’re signed by a man who hasn’t been born yet.

At first, she thinks it’s a prank. The letters are too heartfelt, too personal, too… perfect. But as she keeps reading, she realizes the writer knows things about her no one else should. Favorite songs she hasn’t discovered yet. Memories she hasn’t made. Secrets she’s never told anyone.

Then one day, she meets him. The guy from the letters. Except he has no clue who she is. No swooning. No déjà vu. Just a blank, polite smile. And now Penny has a problem: how do you make someone fall in love with you when they already have—but haven’t yet?

With time twisting around her and a future love story hanging in the balance, Penny must uncover the truth behind the letters before time runs out. Because if she gets this wrong, she might not just lose the love of her life—she might erase it completely.

A romantic, time-bending mystery filled with laughs, longing, and love that transcends time itself.

YOURS FROM TOMORROW

Penny Carter had never considered herself superstitious, but she also wasn't stupid.

The eerie encounter at Oliver's Curiosities still clung to her like cobwebs in the back of her mind, but she refused to entertain the idea that anything about this desk was actually unusual. It was just furniture. A very heavy, ridiculously stubborn piece of furniture that she now regretted dragging up two flights of stairs by herself.

She gritted her teeth, wedging herself between the doorframe and the desk's bulky weight. "Come on, you piece of—"

She shoved. The desk didn't budge.

Frustration burned in her chest. She braced her shoulder against the side and gave it one last, determined heave—

The desk smacked against the wall with a dull, hollow thud. Penny winced. That probably left a mark.

Not outside the desk—inside it.

The sound had been unmistakable. A soft, muffled scrape, followed by the faintest thunk, like something small had been dislodged.

Slowly, she knelt beside the desk, running her hands over the scuffed wood, feeling for… what, exactly? A hidden drawer? A loose panel? The idea sent a chill across her skin, but her curiosity was stronger than her unease.

Fingers trembling slightly, she traced the ornate carvings along the desk's side. Her touch skimmed over the surface until—

A whisper of a sound. A breath of movement.

And then, to her absolute disbelief, a narrow compartment slid open along the side of the desk, revealing a hollow space no bigger than a shoebox.

Inside, tucked in a neat, almost reverent stack, were letters.

Not one. Not two. Dozens.

She reached in, fingers brushing against the brittle edges of envelopes yellowed with age. The ink on the topmost letter was faded but still legible.

And when she read the name on the envelope, her stomach flipped.

Her vision blurred for a second, her mind scrambling for an explanation. This had to be a mistake. A coincidence. A leftover from a previous owner who just happened to share her name—right?

But Penny had never met another Penny Carter. And even if she had, what were the chances that her desk—one she hadn't even planned on buying—would be hiding letters meant for someone with her exact name?

Her throat tightened as she turned the envelope over. The seal had been broken. Someone had opened this before.

Swallowing hard, she unfolded the letter with shaking hands and read the first line.

"You won't believe me, Penny. Not at first. But I need you to trust me."

She skimmed ahead, eyes darting across the elegant, looping handwriting. It wasn't just a letter. It was a love letter.

Her breath came faster now, her heartbeat a frantic drum in her chest.

"…I don't know how much time we have, but I love you. I always have. And I will find you again."

Penny gripped the paper so tightly it nearly tore.

This wasn't possible. This wasn't real.

A name. One she didn't recognize, but that sent an inexplicable shockwave through her anyway.

Chapter 2: The Hollow Secret