100 Messages Novels & Stories

I take it out and click on the message notification. Unknown: "Tears look good on your face."

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.

Let's gather. Lindy also sent an [OK] emoji.

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.

"It even said here, I am Host 1096. Still, I don't know how many are there. Are we destined to fight? Is that why you said before that our future will be full of challenges?"

I started from the first message according to the received time. First 'Hi... ' Second... ' Hi.. ' Third...... ' ? ' Fourth..... ' Are you there? ' Fifth..... ' Don't try my patience, Love..' I strolled down and then up. I clicked on the last tenth message. ' I'm coming to your place. ' My heart skipped a beat at it. He knew more about me than I thought.

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Through these interactions, Nana not only grows academically but also deepens her precious friendships. On weekends, Nana also loves to study with her friends. They often gather at the local library, a quiet haven filled with rows of books. Nana and her pals would sit around a big table, each immersed in their own textbooks but always ready to help one another. When someone stumbles upon a confusing history fact or a tricky science concept, Nana is the first to offer her neatly written notes or patiently explain it in simple terms. In return, her friends share their unique insights on literature and art, broadening Nana's horizons.

I turn it on and after a few seconds, hundreds of messages and calls start arriving. I open the messages app and the first thing I see are sixty texts. All coming from the same recipient. Matt.

Then both mother and daughter enters in a house having name plate of 'Siddiqui' After entering the house, Zoya gives Mehak a bath then says "I'll bring lunch for you." Zoya enters in the kitchen when her phone rings, she receives the call "Hello" On the other side of the phone the man says "Zoya ma'am, your work is done." Zoya smirks and he continues "A court letter is sent to Verma's dairy products industry and now it will be closed soon." Listening to his words Zoya frowns "I asked for his construction industry then why did you send him a letter for dairy products?"