100 Messages Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself. I went over to the table to grab my phone and unlocked it. I pulled the notification bar down and I groaned when I saw the multitude of messages that I had missed. 24 from my group message with the guys, 17 from Raul, 9 from Sebastian, 22 from Tony, 13 from Lee, 46 from Jamie, 208 from Timothy and my eyes widened when the newest one was from my mother. I glanced at Carson.

LUNA “Done.” I said, handing the phone back to him with my number saved. “But if you send me those cheesy ‘good morning with coffee and flowers’ stickers, I’ll block you right away.” He laughed, that open, easy laugh I’d noticed since he first walked up. “I solemnly swear I’ll only send messages with a maximum of 30% cringe.” “Thirty is already too much.” “Twenty?” “Fifteen. Maybe.”

Chad had texted me a message that conveyed a reminder to check my e-mail so I could edit the attachment he had sent. This was the end. I knew I had to go check my closet to find my apron so I could get it dry cleaned for pizza city. I was about to toss my phone out of my hands when all of a sudden, something fascinating caught my eyes. The message had been delivered but it had not yet been seen by Chad. He must have put his phone away right after texting me and that meant there was still a chance to stop him from viewing a picture with such content, which could and would cost me my job. It was twenty minutes after midnight but still I brought my phone out to dial Tom. About a billion message

I know he is surely angry. I messaged him, " I know that you're angry with me and don't want to talk with me. But I just want a break from the fight and anger of you for ten minutes. I want to talk with you for only ten minutes. Please forget what happened and why you're angry with me for these ten minutes. Please, dear. " I sent the message and my phone started ringing. I feel happy to see his name on the screen. I picked up the call and he said, " Don't waste your time in giving any explanation because you told me that you will talk with me for at least five minutes and you didn't have five minutes for me in your busy schedule."

10 million: Chapter: 6 Kent Mia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE. “Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening. “OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps.

Mom has only texted me six messages, so why did it show more than twenty new messages? Let me see without a mom who texted me? Oh, the other messages are from Daniel? But why did he text me?

Then the notifications started. The phone vibrated so violently it nearly jumped out of my hand. Messages flooded in, thousands of them, the notification counter climbing so fast it became a blur. Missed calls: 3,847. Text messages: 12,493. Emails: 28,756. Social media notifications: exceeded maximum count.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

Just those eleven words sitting there glowing in the dark of her bedroom like a lit fuse. Her hands were shaking. Who is this? she typed back. The message showed delivered. No reply came.