Chat Times Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

“If you need anything, call me.” “Don’t worry, mom,” Eric said and Mishka turned to Kiara. “Don’t go out of the house, okay?” She asked, and she nodded her head. “Where is Tistan?” She asked. “I don’t know!” Mishka said and left the house, kissing them on the cheeks. She started walking to the subway when she got a call from her assistant, “Mishka, there is a man here who is waiting for you since morning! I asked him to come tomorrow, but he says it’s urgent to meet you. Are you coming?”

After eating, Troy picked up his phone and reread the message from the mysterious sender. 'Hmm... early tomorrow morning,' he mumbled, tapping the table as he thought it over. There wasn't a single person he could trust right now, not even his grandfather or grandmother. He didn't know who was friend or foe anymore. 'I'll handle this on my own,' he decided. He noticed several missed calls from Sarah. [Sorry, love. I'll call you after I'm done here. It's too complicated right now.] Troy managed to send a message to Sarah. Tonight, he needed to focus on what was to come.

I can’t help but think, what if I can travel through time again? I pulled out my mobile phone and opened F******k messenger and browsed to my chat list. I see a list of names and small round photos of those friends I recently chatted with. And I clicked on the small middle icon at the bottom which says, People. I see seven friends who are active at this hour. I saw Catherine and tapped on her name. I start to compose a message to her about my time travel. Should I tell her? She might think I’m crazy. I quickly deleted my text and decided not to send her a message.

So close yet so fucking far. In less than five minutes, Yates was sleeping soundly. Then, a notification popped up. I slowed down, reached for the phone, unlocked it to reveal its contents. A message from an unknown number. This was the burner phone Jericho took. That must be what he used in contacting "him" "9:00am, 5:00pm, 2:00am." The contents read. Three different time. What did they mean. It was an email so there was a mobile signature at the end. It was just one letter. "M"

Let's meet in the next update guys xoxo

Then he added, “Tomorrow night. I’ll send you the details.” Before I could respond, the call ended. Just like that. No goodbye. Just his smoky voice lingering in my ear like intoxicating perfume on skin. My phone buzzed again almost instantly with a message: Restaurant: Maison Leclair. 8 PM. —A. I stared at the message. My stomach twisted. This was insane. But instead of talking myself out of it, I stood, got dressed, and grabbed the grocery bags I’d packed earlier. I had a promise to keep.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

I am such a low-key person on social media. I checked the time and it’s now 9:15 in the morning. I can be at school on time and present my work immediately. For sure, I will leave right away because I don’t want to see my friends there. A while later, a notification from messenger pops. I tapped the message and it redirected me to a group chat. Sine: Adem? Where are you now? Charity: Fudge. Chelsea: What’s happening there? Marleen: Everything is messy at this point.

’ – Admirer M. I gasp when a text message popped up and it was Admirer M. Thank the universe after 5 years of wait to see him, I finally got a chance. ‘Yeah, sure.’ – sent. ‘Great, let’s see each other at 6 in the evening.’ – Admirer M. Ah, this is so crazy why am I so excited?! I really need to get my money back from that T-Rex.

-How about we hang out some time like old friends. Aiden: Old friends? -Well friends. Aiden: It is only been two months since you left, Tiffy. -Guess I've got a glitch in my head. Aiden: Right, tonight at lé mongás cafe, just down the streets. -Cool. I buried my head into my pillow and another message popped in. It was a group chat; -The Morafuckers- What in the- Above it was a notification; Allen added You, Asshole, Ciara, and Isaac.