Chit Chat Random Novels & Stories

*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. *Maybe it's because I am still amazed seeing a female that loves Naruto* this one made me smile. *So, sorry for being selfish and refusing to open W******p* *I hope you are seeing this because I have no idea how this works* What are you living in a bush? You don't even know how W******p works. *Hello, better reply or I am taking back everything I ju

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

I quickly pocketed my phone and left not wanting dad to wait. Tbc... (Wanna see an imitated version of these chats on messenger. Like I mean, a fake chat created on messenger. If yes, move to my profile on Instagram @chantinglove138 and see it. You'll love it. Don't forget to comment and vote. Thanks.)

I remember it Ash: Perfect WG: It's a pain to juggle both chats SL: My anxiety is skyrocketing whenever I send a text in the main group chat MC: Me too... Ash: Anyways triple check and you'll be fine Ash: Before anything, let's establish some sort of code word to use whenever our pretense becomes a little too real Ash: Any idea? SL: Hmm PS: Something with blur? The line is blurring, or something is blurry? Ash: That works. We can slide it in easily

When I opened it, my chest loosened. Id forgotten whose idea it was between the two of them— although in hindsight it was most likely Juliennes— but they'd created a group chat for all three of us. ‘The Hustlers’ it was called. It was a strange, silly name, but it made ne smile, especially now. And it seemed that today it was quite active.

Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations. Finally, I make my way to I*******m, where I'm greeted by a flood of messages from distant cousins twice removed. There are birthday wishes, holiday greetings, and random check-ins — all from people I barely remember, let alone keep in touch with. I smile politely, typing out brief responses to each one, trying to be friendly without getting too caught up in the drama.

A few I can delete right off the bat because some boys are really unoriginal. I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I'd get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it. RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number. I stare at the message. Why does she want my phone number? I'm starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I'll ask. BoomChick: Are you a female?

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

] [Andrew: You're welcome, pat pat~] [Ben: Andrew, take a look at me over here. The following is a conversation that took place in a chat group on a messaging app: [Colin: @Diana, I transferred $2000 to you too.] [Diana: Wow! Thank you, Colin!] [Colin: 😊] [Ben: Little brother, why are you also so generous?!] [Colin: I made some money in the stock market recently. It's just a hobby to earn some pocket money.]

I suspected that it was much more suitable. Within our crew, we had this specialized group chat in a popular chatting application that made conversations between all of us much easier. The group chat consisted of all eleven of us. It was our go-to spot for chatting, where we tossed around ideas, made plans, and sorted things out. . Sometimes, some of the gang would go off-topic and start goofing around in the chat. Memes, weird internet finds, playful banter—you name it. It was all about bonding and being silly together. I find it all amusing, but I was trying to be the quiet person in the group so I usually read the chats in silence. It was just like watching from the sidelines, but it was