11:11 Mensajes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Michelle sent her draft to the other party around 3:30 in the afternoon. By the time she picked up Lizzy, it was not even 5 o'clock. Within the span of an hour, she had received over twenty messages from the other end. awerfadf: "Did you finish the draft so quickly? I'll check it now, hang on." awerfadf: "Finished reading. Good job, you're the one." awerfadf: "I'll send you the outline in a bit. Can you write 10,000 words for me daily?"

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?

I said. The burner buzzed again new message. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I locked eyes with Adrian. “Good,” I said. “I only need twelve.” He almost smiled.

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

There were so many messages flooding in that my phone would not stop vibrating for a whole minute. There were 127 missed calls.

[I'll take you to the Ross tomorrow] [Get some good rest] The messages were concise, without any punctuation. Two messages, sent two minutes apart. For Nestor, who hated typing, this was the epitome of patience. Selina could almost imagine Nestor sending the first message, feeling it was a bit cold, then agonizing for two minutes before adding the second one. Her phone kept showing "typing" for a long time, but in the end, nothing else came through.

I close the picture and open Ronan's messages and finally reply Yes.

After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the location and time of the meeting. Harris entered the message and then deleted it again like that for fifteen minutes. The chat screen was still blank.

The second one I opened was the messenger, and there was still not much chats, he was just a boy, and his mate was osipital, there was a woman but the elderly and the others I named the reunion lately. Maybe he already deleted the messages, Remon was a clean work, because the man would not be late, and even if they were caught they would be denied and still. I hissed and put down his phone, but I remembered the archives and spam messages. When I opened it, there were women, the face of a beautiful woman, she only saw the messages, no reply. There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme.

No new messages. Nina’s last message was only the estate notes file at 8:13. Saba had sent a meme of the ugly-sandals professor to the family group at 8:40. Mama had sent three photos of children’s racing helmets at 8:52 with the caption: The blue one makes his eyes even prettier. Of course. No unknown number. No security notification. I locked the screen again. The engine sound appeared once more. Quieter.