Chat Times Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

So I simply compressed hours of sovereign labor into the dark hours before sunrise, ensuring that when eight in the morning arrived, my calendar was clear. I pushed the rotation chart aside, leaned back in my chair, and picked up my phone. The screen lit up with the messaging thread from two hours ago. Four messages sent: Nick finished his calculus homework... The rain is holding off tonight... I know you're awake, Mia... Nick wants to know if you still like glazed honey biscuits... Beneath every single message bubble, the small, glowing status was identical: Read at 11:14 PM Read a 11:19 PM.

I also had one unread message from Elaine. Elaine’s text: I am unsure about the disturbances it may cause, but I am sure it won’t be fatal. Shoot me a text if you notice something strange. I am here to help. Come by when you can. Just don’t delay it for too long. I asked her to arrange a seance next week and thanked her again for all the help. My text to Mason: Hi! It’s Cassidy Black if you don’t have my number anymore. Mom gave me your message. Just wanted to let you know I arrived in Wneebeach Springs today. Want to hang out?

Jane said. “One more to add to the guest list, if she can come. My friend Misty,” Thea said. “Done,” Quinn said. He pulled out his phone, tapped on it, and almost immediately got a response. “How’s tomorrow morning at nine?” Everyone present said it worked for them. Thea texted Misty. She was in too. “By the way, I got my memory back. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Thea texted to Misty.

Miles POV We had just arrived in the hall when my phone gave a buzzing sound. I stole a glance at the screen and caught the message. ‘It’s Grayham. It’s been a tight day. Your community is trying to drown me in some shitty festival. What’s up with the meeting tonight?’ The message read. I began to punch the keypads. Looks like I’m not the only one in a tight spot. I quickly sent him a reply, stating that I was going to call him at 6:30 hence he needed to be on standby.

Or he’d still have me. I tugged on clean jeans, struggled into a cropped tee, and yanked my hair into a low, damp ponytail. No makeup. Just lip balm and that lingering high of being thoroughly destroyed by someone who loved me stupid. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Group chat with Macey and Liam. The name of the group alone made me grin: Unholy Trinity. MACEY: Please. I need you both. Now. No emojis. No dramatic punctuation. Just four clipped words and a pit in my stomach.

I shuffled around until I finally found my phone under a cushion and nearly choked as I read the words in my message box. Hot sexy bestie: Mission: Convince Evelyn 2 b my fren #Bribe1: Tomorrow. 5 PM. B ready.

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

Snow settled on my coat and hair as the system announced: 【Time remaining: 08:00:00. I opened our chat and sent one message. Are you here? It showed as delivered, but Matteo did not reply.

Four months before the Ghost Festival. Start of the semester. Her watch says 10:12. It’s nice how some people can be so late but still not have the heart to at least text the time they plan to arrive. Sarcasm. That’s the only thing she’s good at. She took out her phone to check her messages but when she did not see any notification, she clicked on a moba game instead. She was stunned and being attacked when she heard a panting voice.

Alex corrected. “How may I help you Alex?” Madison corrected herself before he could complete his sentence. “Better. Did you say you reconnected with your lover from love station to Kikachat?” Alex inquired. “Yes. Bet we two were the only ones that got in contact again” “But how?” Alex asked. “I have a phone book” She replied. “Phone book? Are you from planet Jupiter? Who still does that?” Alex exclaimed. That wasn’t the response he expected from Madison. “I do”