Avatar Signs Novels & Stories

I, you got a self governed internet. ".…What are you doing??…". Just as I finished sorting the gold bars that now has filled the entire warehouse, my phone became extremely hot in my pants. Looking at it, I saw pages of web pages opened and close. [Downloading information's…it's quite disturbing in here..looked at my new looks..I made myself and avatar..]. (T.A.S) T.A.S now has made an avatar of himself, he copied the looks of Alf#@$ from Bat%&n.

’ ‘I know. ‘Say hello back?’ He shakes his head, ‘no.’ I sigh, people would die to have such a pretty bartender call them pretty and this guy can’t even say hello, ‘Just smile and wave then.’ He hesitates, stretching out his lips. I roll my eyes, ‘I didn’t say show her your teeth Aiden, I said smile and wave.’ He swallows nervously then smiles and waves. Well more like moves his hand about but we’ll take it. Christy smiles back, “you got to teach me some of that sign language, I have another deaf customer that comes here sometimes.”

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Carver escorted Ava to the marketing floor, his hand lingering on hers as they said their goodbyes. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss that sent a chill through her. It was a simple act, yet one that spoke volumes. People around them stopped and stared, their surprise evident. Carver had never shown affection in public before. As he walked away, Ava's friend Arry rushed over, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay, Ava? Are you...are you a sub now?" she stammered. Ava laughed, the sound bright and clear. "No, Arry, I'm not a sub. I'm just me. Carver is just Carver. We're finding our way, together."

Mia was shocked, reason was the girl recognized her through the ugly girl facade she had been keeping for so long. The girl chuckled "Should I tell you a secret?" "Tell me, I will keep it for you" Mia said happily waiting for the girl to spill. "Raven has saved me before and there's something that Raven has that you have too. You are the same person" the girl pointed out. Mia seemed interested in knowing about this girl's observations. For all she knew, no on can tell her disguise was fake. "This birthmark on your wrist." She revealed. Mia quickly withdrew her hand back to her pocket surprising the girl.

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In that group chat, the five of them were using matching cartoon avatars. Brenda was the adored little princess, my parents and Ronald were the king, queen, and prince. My fiance, Alan, used a knight avatar that was clearly a couple set with the princess. He used to tell me he couldn't use childish couple icons because too many supervisors were on his WhatsApp. Perhaps his rules changed once Brenda came into the picture. I stared at those five matching avatars for a long time before finally sending a message. "The photos look nice. I don't know anything about the comments. Sorry."

Ava's POV I scoffed, wondering what else they were up to. I scrolled up the page and came across a screenshot of someone's I*******m post. "Okay," I said, mentally preparing myself for whatever I was about to see. I clicked on it and found a post by someone named A. They had a doll as a profile picture and had uploaded a photo of me. They also tagged me with a caption that appeared to be a poem.

(Damon’s P‍OV) The signa⁠l hits my phone like a pulse through my chest. It’s‍ faint, almost imperce⁠ptible,⁠ bu‌ried under static,⁠ but I recognize‍ the r‌h‌y⁠thm immedi‌ately. The falcon e‍m‍b‌lem.‌ The vent. Aria. I bare‌ly think. I move.

Their lie. Ava stood just beyond the perimeter of the crowd, dressed like a sponsor’s assistanthair pulled back, makeup light, expression unreadable. Her badge had been replicated by 03 the night before, encoded with a forged access tier just high enough to get her into the staging area but not so high it would trigger a check. She moved calmly, arms at her sides, eyes never lingering. No tech. No comms. No team. Just herself. Because this wasn’t an extraction.