Chat Novel Novels & Stories

"Anonymous Chat. It's been pretty popular lately." I turned my attention back to my laptop. "Sounds like a waste of time." "It's actually fun." Gavin laughed. "It randomly matches you with complete strangers. You can talk about anything without knowing each other's identities." I snorted. "Childish." "Your life's way too serious." Gavin stood and slipped his phone into his pocket. "There's nothing wrong with talking to strangers every now and then. My chat partner's already talking about giving me her real I*******m. Pretty impressive, huh? I've got a blind date with her tonight."

Millions of viewers mostly advanced AIs trapped in servers, jealous of any physical sensation flooded the chat. > **NEURAL9:** Finally… real flesh. Make him scream for us. > **VOIDLUST:** Reconfigure again. I want to see the whip mode. > **SYNAPSE_KING:** Tip sent. Shock his balls next. Nova smiled at the camera, her full breasts rising as she took a slow breath she didn’t need. “You heard them, pet. They’re so jealous they can’t even feel pain… or pleasure. So I’m going to give them a show they’ll never forget.”

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

Me: Processing your weirdly personal observations about my alleged destructive tendencies. Private Room Service: Hit a nerve? Me: You wish. Private Room Service: I do wish. Nerves are interesting. What kind of psychological warfare bullshit is this? “Okay, that face,” Chantelle says, flopping onto my bed, “is definitely not family trauma. That’s sex-adjacent confusion.” “It’s not—” “Who are you texting? And don’t say ‘nobody’ because nobody doesn’t make you look like you’re solving quantum physics with your vagina.”

My brows were drawn together as I examined the apps and the truth was, he had no chatting apps. What in fuck is this? I tapped on contacts and sure he had many of them, which all sounded business. I checked his general chat section and it had only one chat with Dmitri. I tapped on the chat and it was Dmitri chatting him but he got no responses. I read several messages and most of them were business. I chuckled because, for sure, the cat caught my tongue. How was he a human if he did not have anyone to talk with? Was he not bored? Like no i*******m, no telegram, nothing.

A few I can delete right off the bat because some boys are really unoriginal. I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I'd get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it. RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number. I stare at the message. Why does she want my phone number? I'm starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I'll ask. BoomChick: Are you a female?

I snuggle into the now warm folds of my tussled sheets and enjoy the last streaks of night. Man, this is the life. I'm still a bit drowsy when messages start to flood my dm. Two from Amanda (i grin with sleepy eyes) an estimated whooping one thousand messages from Men dem, a "Wadup bro" from Ahmed and a voice note from Chantelle. Chimamanda's still offline, probably dozing, but i text her back anyway. I ignore the group chat messages, but on a second thought i decide to listen to Chantelle's Vn before nodding off again.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and clicked DONE. * * * This is impossible. Hotsome: The awkward moment when you try to message a girl and all you can think of is hello. SinDeRella: Hi. Hotsome: Want to chat sometime? SinDeRella: Sure, how’s your day? Hotsome: Great. And hope you are as well. So, any plan tonight? SinDeRella: Actually I have. How about next weekend?

Olivia shrugs with a wave of her hand casually, introducing, “Nick, this is Ava Knight, your boss’s wife…I believe.” Ava frowns, not sure what the last two words were about. The “boss” part? Or did Olivia just taunt her to her face?! Nest is a new company Sebastian pulled together, right after he signed over Z-House. It’s not exactly a “social media” in the sense that it’s not a platform where people share their lives with the world, but being a chat app, it offers real-time free calls, messages, shopping, payment, delivery, movie, short videos, game, life record, AND it allows you to post them on a “board” where all your friends can see, with no limitation to how many you can friend.

This was the best we could settle for, the pay was good, it gave us stability, a roof over our heads, and enough money to send back home to our ailing parents. My phone pinged indicating a message, and I picked it up to find a new notification from our séx app, it was called CHUGEX. It connected private séx workers to men and women of different categories. I checked it to see a message from an older man, it read: “Would you be interested in a séx chat?” Who is this guy? I opened his profile and his face looked familiar, I had seen him multiple times at the restaurant, in my mind I had already turned him down. I wasn't going to work with someone who knew me personally.