100 Messages Novels & Stories

I was a bit taken back by it, but I quickly checked the time and battery. Both time and battery of my mobile disappointed me. The buzzing sound of the phone was too annoying that I almost threw it down beside me. Finally, after what I felt about receiving 1000 messages, the phone turned off as the battery was only 1% left. I shouldn't have expected much because I haven't charged it in 2 days.

99+ friend requests, 58 group notifications, 99+ chats, 99+ notification Erric sighed again. Too surreal, he thought upon seeing the numbers. He hasn’t been checking most of them so they don’t go zero at all. What he was seeing now was just the pile of those he hasn’t viewed yet. Or not, but that’s how he wants to think about it.

I didn't mean what I just said though. However, she and her boyfriend, Adam laughed hysterically but I ignored them and picked up my phone because it beeped. "What???" I screamed mere looking at the phone screen. "What??" My friends are funny and dramatic, they screamed too without even knowing why I screamed. "Okay just what is it?" Adam asked. "Lottery?? Free Tickets?? What? Why did you scream?" Evelyn questioned "51 messages" "52" I said when another one came in. I wiped my eyes to confirm if I could see well.

Ok, I wasn’t this careless on a normal day. I switched on my phone, and saw numerous messages from the school group chat. Wait, it was 5000 messages. What the hell? Was there an uproar or something? It was not like the group to be so active. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it, and I kept seeing RIP. Who died?

Growing tense, I click on the message and read it. Hello Dev, how has your day been? Well, mine has been good. Did you see the posts, we certainly look good together. By the way, I met your mother earlier this week! She's such an amazing person. She invited me to her birthday party. Would you be coming? I'd love for us to talk more. Have a good night!

That night, I had left in such a rush that I forgot to bring any jewelry. After paying rent, my savings were nearly gone within two weeks. Then, I saw the news. Jordan Corp was offering a reward of thirty million dollars for anyone who found the missing Mrs. Jordan. They were even offering a hundred thousand for useful leads. I teamed up with a girl from my neighborhood and made her provide leads to Jordan Corp. After dragging the game out with Clayton for a while, I managed to pull half a million out of Jordan Corp. The truth could not stay hidden forever.

It was a message from my online friend, Gigi. Gigi: [The other day, you mentioned seeing a psychologist who suggested you find a boyfriend; maybe it would help with your emotional excess. How's that going?] I thought for a moment, then typed my reply: [I had someone in mind, but now I've decided to change that. What about you? Didn't you say you added your crush on WhatsApp? How's the conversation going?] Gigi was a little troubled. [It's just okay. After adding him, I didn't feel like talking much. I still enjoy chatting with you more.]

My missed calls stacked on top of each other like bricks while my unread messages were in the triple digits. Even my WhatsApp was maxed out with 99+ new messages.

I sent it, and then three dots appeared; she was obviously typing. Then another message popped up on my screen: "Where are you? What the f*ck is this? Do you think I can't find you?" Christian snapped, and I licked my lips. "Didn't you get more than ten million from taking her company? What's hard for you to send ten million? Just send it, and I will delete the video," I texted back and swiped to Mina's message. "Show yourself," she typed, and I rolled my eyes.

The messages weren't long but they were just enough to be unmistakably individual to whoever the message was sent to. Either a reference to something specific from his visits the week before or a detail that made it clear this hadn't come from a template. Carmichael's message mentioned that the window latch had been fixed. Stacey Kim's referenced the fourth district property. He sent seventy-one messages in total. If Adam had decided to send the mail to every residential tenant, it would have crossed the 130+ mark, so he limited it to the tenants he had been able to meet. By Tuesday afternoon, forty-eight had replied.