Accidentally Yours Pocket Fm Ending Novels & Stories

I was somehow taught that it will rain but it’s not. I looked at my phone inside my bag and pull it out. I opened it and there were messages from Linus. And I immediately open it. Linus: It’s a statement, not a question and I will not take no for an answer. Linus: I’m waiting here at the park. Park? Did he mean? Okay, I get it. I just replied: OTW. I put back my phone inside my bag and walk straight to the park near the library. That secluded small park. Honestly, no one will dare to go there at night, because it seems creepy. After all, there were so many trees surrounding it.

"Can't believe that I'm apart of this fucking rabbit hole of garbage." End of Event One...

is calling. END OF VOLUME 2

It was a smile he had never shown me. At that same moment, my communicator received an anonymous message. I opened it. It was a gestation report stamped with the red seal of the Healing Sanctum. The words were clear: "The pup is developing well. Four weeks. Name: Seraphine." My gaze dropped to the date. It had been issued a month ago.

The sharp buzzing of her phone against a wooden stool abruptly shattered the loud music echoing off the walls. Avery swiped the screen with a paint-stained thumb, pressing it to her ear. "Get out of the house, Ave," Garrison’s deep, commanding voice boomed through the speaker, completely skipping a greeting. "You sound like you’ve been trapped in a vacuum. Clean up. We’re going to The Rusty Anchor." "Garrison, I'm right in the middle of—" "I don't care," Garrison interrupted smoothly, his unyielding tone brooking no argument. "You need a drink, and you need to get out of that glass tomb before you asphyxiate on paint fumes. I’ll meet you in the corner booth in twenty."

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.

And the car started containing our laughter of us. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I took it out. Looks like I've received a message from Cole, so he realized my clothes are in his car, 'you suck at flirting Parker, XD' --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------

My phone buzzed in my pocket, my fingers hesitating for a beat before pulling it out. A(ss)ure: I’m sorry for not telling you before. Can we talk?

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Please💝. THE END.