Attachments Novels & Stories

Instead of going home, I decided to spend the night at the hotel again. After showering, I grabbed my phone, hoping to relax and forget about the day's stress. The moment I opened W******p, I noticed a message from an unfamiliar number. I opened it and there was a file attached. I downloaded it. My eyes widened. There were several nude pictures of Camille… I watched it slowly, zooming into it and salivating at her juicy pussy and perfect boobs. My cock hardened immediately. Another message appeared immediately. Do you still need time to think about the offer?

*winking emoji* My heart sank and I froze. The sender was a girl from his gym, someone I’d seen in his stories wearing tight leggings and a cropped top a few times. I didn’t think much of the relationship before because he posed with everyone, Ryan was friendly, too friendly apparently. I marked the message as unread, and when Ryan stepped out of the shower he smiled at me, wide and devious. “Did you send it, Pennywise?” he asked, his voice sweet as honey whenever he called me by his nickname for me.

There's one new message from an encrypted address, no subject line, just an attachment. I downloaded it. It's a file with financial records. Dated from years ago. I start reading and my blood runs cold.

Oliver frowned. His chest tightened again. He hesitated for a second. Then opened his email app. One new message. No sender name. Just an attachment. Oliver’s pulse picked up. He stared at it. Didn’t open it immediately. Another message came through. Go on. Oliver swallowed. His thumb hovered over the attachment. Then he tapped it. The image loaded slowly. And the moment it appeared— Oliver froze. It was a photo. Old. Grainy. Taken from a distance.

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“And this?” “That’s not mine,” Freeda said. “It’s a copy. He used it.” Nadine leaned back. “Show me.” Freeda pulled one sheet from her bag and slid it across the table. Email header. Attachment list. The file name that made her stomach turn the first time she saw it. Nadine’s eyes moved fast. She stopped on the attachment and looked up. “A signature image,” she said. “Yes,” Freeda answered. “A PNG file.”

Short notification. French Academy. My stomach drops. My hand dives for my phone, opening the message before my brain has time to catch up. The screen fills with a neat, polite French email from the school system. Subject: Mise à jour – Liste des personnes autorisées au retrait (Penelope Belsky) Update to the pickup list. I swallow, my thumb moving fast, opening the small attachment or portal link. On the screen, the familiar list of names appears like a tiny wall of security:

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

Anya said humorously. “What are you talking about?” I asked. Pointing towards my cup I read the little note on the side. ‘Call me’ followed by his number and a heart written next to the name Callum. Sasha and Anya just laughed at my blush. “Can not blame the guy you are smoking hot” Sasha added through sips of her coffee “don’t tell Indy I said that” she added quickly.

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*