Chatter Novels & Stories

Charlotte followed me inside and shut the door, turning and leaning against it nervously. I continued looking around the small space trying to find the words I was looking for to tell her everything, about us being mates, about how I found her and most importantly- why I had acted like such an ass earlier and how utterly sorry I was about it. My thoughts were interrupted when her light sobs reached my ears. Turning back to her, I now saw that she was slumped down and slightly hunched over, barely still standing and trying her best not cry. Seeing her like this made my chest ache with regret. I walked over to her slowly, placing my hand under her chin I brought her face up to look at me. Afte

So I decided to reply Me: "Not yet" Zion: "What are you doing?" what should I say Me: "Watching movie with Nicole" I click send Zion: "Perhaps is it romantic comedy" What? Me: "No action movie" Zion: "Next time we are watching a movie together but a romantic comedy" I blushed so we are going on another date, Me: "okay" Zion: "I miss you" what he missed me. I kept thinking what to say. He then again send another text.

He growled at her and she returned it with a sneer. He began to throb his paws towards her while she growled, not ready to accept defeat. "I'm Sage, nice to meet you." He greeted through the mind-linking.

Like he wasn't just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely processing what I was saying. This was new. Most people listened to me the way you listen to data—absorbing information, categorizing it, moving on. Eli listened the way you listen to someone you're trying to understand. "You're nervous," he said after our food arrived. "I'm not," I said, which was a complete lie. I was approximately 47% nervous and 53% terrified and all of it was showing on my face. "Yes, you are," Eli said gently. "You keep doing that thing where you straighten your fork when you're thinking about what to say next."

She watched as the only woman who loved her lay on the bed, at the mercy of tubes and machines. The vibration of her phone brings her back to the present, snaking her arm around to find it. She turns groans when she doesn’t find it until she gets on her feet. She swipes on the screen. “hey, aunt.” Her monotonic voice answered. “hey, Harley. How are you doing?” the chirpy voice from the other side answered. “I hope you’re settling down nicely.” “I’m good. My class has been going great. My rooms are great, I don’t see why I should get a roommate though.” She said walking towards the window.

Malachi held his breath and then she answered. “Stalker much?” Malachi smiled at the sound of her voice. “Hi.” “What do you want, Malachi?” Her voice sounded neutral. She had that ability where her face and tone of voice gave nothing away, and she seemed almost bored, and you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. That’s what she sounded like now, not hurt or angry, just like this phone call was an inconvenience. “Can we talk, please?” Another announcement sounded over the speakers. “Where are you?” She asked him.