Chat Times Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

I gasped as I saw the message alert is from Mysterio, "This is not happening" I stood up pacing around already nervous about what he sent, I looked at my screen which has 10 new messages from Mysterio. I clicked on it to view it all. *Hi* *It seems that you win* *I tried ignoring you but couldn't* *Funny how people we barely know becomes a part of our happiness* that's because you barely leave your video game *Well the last few days of not chatting you have been sort of lonely* how is it possible when we have only chatted twice, well if it makes any sense its the same for me.

<< Let's just find things to occupy ourselves for the time being huh >> I head to my office with Justin to catch up on some paper work, we all decided we may as well keep ourselves busy seeing as we where abandoned by our mates. We got so caught up with work that we hadn't even realized so much time has passed, it's now 1:35 AM and still no sign of our mates... sigh I'm so lonely though I'd never admit that to Justin, that information will bite me in the ass for a long time << why don't we call it a night Jus?>> he checks the time on his watch and nods, as we begin to pack our stuff, we both get a text notification almost at the same time ( We are on our way home, the ladies are high as a ki

she shouts back. I find no other choice but to subtly clench my fists. If I keep this up, the outer end of the emergency room is where I'd be standing until sunrise. ◢ ◣ Saturday comes, and I'm preparing myself to go meet up with Mystic-Shadow. I'd gotten a message saying, “If you need to contact me, use this e-mail address!” so now we were e-mailing, now. It seemed Mystic-Shadow was already waiting. Since I'm not gonna die this weekend, I take back my savings envelope to prepare myself in case I'd have to treat Mystic-Shadow to a drink or whatever.

It was just a single line encapsulated in a little pop-up, but it completely sucker punched me in the gut: You have 1 new message: Ms. A [9:25] : Yeah, something came up. Later tonight?

The third message was a push message from a public number. She opened the conversation with Sean. Their latest chat history was in the afternoon. She sent him a message, "What are you doing?" Sean did not reply. It meant that Molly had not heard from Sean for more than 10 hours. She was inexplicably uneasy. 'Is it because he's really busy? That's why he forgets to text me? 'Or, are there any other reasons?' "Molly, what's wrong?" Jadon, who was sitting beside her, noticed that she seemed a little off. So, he caringly asked her that.

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“What’s your Messenger contact number?” Myra had spent the entire night dealing with the old man’s eccentric personality—she immediately gave her number to him as she knew that there would be no point trying to avoid his question. He typed her number as he walked out of her unit. “I’ve added you on Messenger; don’t forget to accept my request later.” He gave Myra a final reminder as she sent him into the elevator.

"Timothy, I really liked that dress you designed for me. Thank you so much for still remembering all of my preferences even after so many years. "I'm home now. Drive safely back!" Madeline read the messages, noting how close they sounded. She then scrolled upward in the chat window and saw that those messages were received at 9:00 pm. Then, the next few messages were the ones that just came in a few minutes ago. "Timothy, my stomach kinda hurts, but I'm the only one at home. I don't know what I should do," Lacey had texted. Timothy had instantly replied, "Hold on. I'll be there in a second."

- We haven't talked about it since we became mates," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. During my lunch break, I check my phone and find several unread messages: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jamy: Hello my angel, good luck for this first day. You finish at what time? I miss you. I love you ❤ -------------------------------------------- Sister: Hi bitch! I hope your going well. I'm bored to death! 😫 -------------------------------------------- Mathis: Hi sweetheart, I wish you back to school... -------------------------------------------- Dek: Hi princess, I miss you, have a nice day. -------------------------------------------- Reed: Hey! Don

I was midway through brushing my teeth when I paused in the mirror. “…He’s not a prince, Mimi.” My reflection stared back, unimpressed. Maybe a knight, though. Ugh. I hated myself. At 10 a.m., my phone remained tragically silent. By noon, I’d refreshed my messages twelve times. By 3 p.m., my friends had called our group chat: Zara: Where’s Mr. Alleyway Lips? Kim: Did y’all elope? Tasha: MIMI ANSWER OR I’M CALLING INTERPOL.