Chit Chat Random Novels & Stories

Following that, I received an invitation from Alexis to join a group chat named "Future Unicorn Core Members" When I joined the chat, the group happened to be active, with messages flying by my screen. However, what caught my attention was that most of the messages were meme stickers of that unflattering photo of me.

He’s wearing a fitted t-shirt, looking at the camera with that half-smirk that always makes my stomach flip. His bio lists his interests: Cybersecurity. Vintage Sci-Fi. Spicy Thai food. My interests. Exact matches. "No way," I breathe. "That's... that's too perfect." A message notification slides down from the top of the screen. It’s from him. Alex R: Hey. This is going to sound weird, but my new AI assistant app just insisted we’d hit it off. It literally opened your profile and said 'She's the one.' Creepy, or destiny?

he shouted once more. “What’s with the rush?” I asked him as he sat cross-legged on the grass, facing me. “Something big went viral! Haven’t you heard about the PFM Room?” “PFM Room?” Romina asked curiously. Just as Pino looked at Romina, he said, “It’s a famous chat room for donations.” “Do you mean the PeterFund Ma Room? The chatroom in South Korea?” I asked for assurance and he nodded exaggeratedly. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

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.

I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight. My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke. But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

He shook her hand with his, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Pleasure is all mine," Diana replied, crinkling her nose. Lucas found the mannerism cute. "Who would have thought I would be someone's knight in shining armor." He grinned. "That's a stretch--" She snorted. 'This guy is easy to talk to.' Diana contemplated. "Alright. Thanks again. Have a good night." Diana turned to leave. "Wait!" Lucas stopped her. "Can I add you in Chatify?" Chatify is a trending social media app in today's generation. It allows you to call, text, video call, send stickers, send payments, follow trending news and do live videos.

"Alright, alright. Months in and you're still this clingy?" Her friends didn't even flinch. Totally numb to it. I just stood there, watching, heart freezing over. So yeah—everyone knew. Everyone but me. Eugene smiled at the teasing, soaking it up. Like the scene wasn't messy enough, people started tossing out questions—when was the last time they'd hooked up? Vanessa dropped her head, all shy. Eugene? He looked smug as hell. "Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom."

I warm them up with banter, ask how their day’s been, toss little jokes and snark right back. A little Q&A while the room fills—what I ate, what I’m drinking, what color my underwear are tonight. Just enough to make it feel like friends hanging out, with a sexy razor edge underneath. And then I see it. SpectatorX has joined. Perfect. My lips curl sharper, though the chat can’t know why. Time to flip to the script. “First off,” I lean in close, eyes bright, voice sugar-dipped, “thank you all for filling out my wishlist. That was one hell of a surprise. You guys are amazing.”

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”