100 Messages Novels & Stories

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone. A new message sat on the screen. Unknown number. Her stomach twisted before she even opened it. The message contained only two words. Still awake? Arielle froze. A cold shiver crawled down her spine. Her eyes darted around the apartment as if she expected someone to be standing there watching her. “How…?” she whispered. Her fingers began typing before she could stop herself. How do you know that? Three dots appeared almost instantly. Disappeared. Then appeared again. Her pulse climbed higher with every passing second.

The wedding planner had sent one final text message. [Miss Thorne, you have exactly ten minutes left.] I held down the audio button on my messaging application. My voice was completely flat, completely steady. "Cancel it."

Jokes on you man, these people loves disturbing you with tons of texts messages, the voice in my head snickered out sarcastically. I let out a breath I was holding before scrolling through the texts messages. The group chat which was for just six guys including myself has under it, 1,230 messages. The fuck were these motherfuckers talking about? I texted them a little last night, which means the whole of these messages were texted in a span of twenty hours. Mother-Fucking-Bois - 1,230 messages. I clicked on the message first after resisting the urge to scoff at the name of the group.

Only I could turn what was supposed to be a romantic, moving proposal into such a humiliating scene. And the worst part was that I'd already been through this 99 times. Isabelle and I had been together for seven years, from ages 23 to 30. I'd already proposed 99 times, and today was my hundredth. On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise.

This was serious. She swiped out of Textagram first without a second thought and landed in Whatchat, thumbing her way to the class group chat, Westbrook High School’26. The notification badge on it read 890 unread messages, and by the time she tapped in, it had ticked up to 992.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"

The next morning, when I woke up in the hotel and checked my phone, messages were pouring in nonstop. My phone screen was flooded with unread messages and missed-call notifications. I connected the charger, switched on the hotel Wi-Fi, and let everything load at its own pace. The company group chat was in full meltdown. "What is the technical division even doing? Where are the pushes?" "Mr. Hayes, the push interface is throwing a 500 error. Users are reporting they aren't receiving any promotional messages."

He left my room, shutting the door lightly behind him. I immediately jumped on the bed, flipping my phone unlock almost immediately. Texts and more messages kept coming in, mostly from stupid groupchats I unconsciously agreed for Aisha to go on ahead and add me into them since she just wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to join. I picked the phone up and glared at the amount of messages I got from WhatsApp. 5,235messages from 84chats. Lord, help me. When did I know this much people anyways?

For now. I massage my forehead with a hand while taking a deep sigh. Liam’s chat is the first one I click on. ‘Liam’ I start, typing out the words I want to tell him in person. ‘I need you to send me a hundred men.’ I send the message. The three dots which signified him typing suddenly disappears. They appear on the screen again after a short while. ‘And what on earth do you need a hundred men for, big brother?’ He asks.