Chat Novel Novels & Stories

The term grew popular when a screenshot of a chat between a boy and a girl, probably his crush went viral. In the chat, the boy asked her if her tomorrow is going on fine, that was after asking her of her today and telling her that she looks like Selena Gomez in her current profile picture in which she replied with "fine" and "lol" respectively. It was probably in the boy's desperate bid to continue the murdered conversation that he asked the question, "how is your tomorrow going?". So, that brought about the term, "Chatyness".

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, eyes fixed on the digital chat window that had consumed my entire evening. 𝘔𝘦: 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 35 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘡𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘢. 𝘔𝘦: 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

"Alright, alright. Months in and you're still this clingy?" Her friends didn't even flinch. Totally numb to it. I just stood there, watching, heart freezing over. So yeah—everyone knew. Everyone but me. Eugene smiled at the teasing, soaking it up. Like the scene wasn't messy enough, people started tossing out questions—when was the last time they'd hooked up? Vanessa dropped her head, all shy. Eugene? He looked smug as hell. "Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom."

It felt like a treasure I had kept safe had been dragged out into the middle of a crowded street for everyone to gawk at. I opened Astra's customer support chat and jabbed at the screen hard enough to crack a nail. "Why is my custom AI visible to other users?" The reply came fast, polite and formulaic. "Custom AIs created by users are shared to the public library by default! "If you'd like to make your companion private, you can subscribe to our Exclusive Galaxy tier! "Quarterly members get 12% off. Just 79 dollars to keep your companion all to yourself!" I could not believe it. So that was the game all along. They had lured me in with the ultimate customization experience, let me pour my he

My heart was pounding, a rapid drumbeat of anticipation and nerves, as I opened a list of adult virtual world dating options. Among the options laid before me—Human partner, a mix of Human and AI partner, or an Artificial Intelligence only partner—I felt drawn towards the latter. The truth was, communicating with Babel native speakers always felt like an uphill battle for me. Their thoughts raced ahead, conclusions reached with a speed that left me bewildered, as if every conversation was a complex math problem waiting to be solved.

However, where the hell have you been? I roll onto my back, unable to explain why I feel so giddy talking to him. I had somehow virtually run into him in an online chat room where we were all betting on a match in the Alpha Gen X games, and then we somehow got into a debate. He ended up being right, but it was his cocky ‘I told you so love’ that really hit something inside. LuciferessX: Moving today, remember? Reign707: Oh shoot, yeah, you were saying. How’s the new place?

Chatterbox 🎤: LIES AND SLANDER 😭😭 As if the weight of their words only just hit her, Katherine suddenly let out a piercing scream. Madkat 🤯: Wait, hold on! Did you just say it’s on the NEWS? And I’ve been sitting here calmly chatting with you this whole time like nothing’s happening?! Chatterbox 🎤: YES! 😂 And you’re only just realizing?? Oh my dear Katherine has been daydreaming about that kiss with her almighty ex-husband. I don’t even blame you, darling, I’d be drooling too if it were me. I just know that kiss was toe-curling.

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

Madison "You think you can find Katherine without a last name?" I asked, leaning closer to see her screen. "There must be thousands of Katherines in the world." "Oh, sweet summer child." Hazel cracked her knuckles dramatically before typing her password. "You underestimate the power of gossip networks." Her Discord app opened to reveal at least twenty different servers with names like "NYC Elite Tea," "Billionaire Watchdogs," and "Rich People Problems." "How many of these gossip groups are you in?" I asked, eyes widening.

First username was Ironfaith99 and the other was Powerplayboy. I clicked on Ironfaith99 at first and was flabbergasted by the brazen texts I saw. It was as if the Noah who shied away from my touch and trembled anytime I wrapped my lips around his cock was gone. Disgusted, I exited that chat and opened the one of Powerplayboy. I scrolled up to the start of their conversation and it was short, barely a handful of messages, but it was enough to make me want to fucking snap the phone in half. Unlike the chat with Ironfaith, Carter was more subtle here and hell, they seemed to have something great going.