Chit Chat Random Novels & Stories

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~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 That's because I'm crazy 🥴🌹 ~Chelly ❤️💞 I totally believe that 😂 ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 Crazy about you🙃🥴😩❣️ ~Chelly❤️💞 I........ ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 You what? ~Chelly❤️💞 Gotta eat,byeee👋,don't miss me too much 😉😂

his chat back with a laughing emoticons. “It’s the same babe. Might if there are ladies in each of you men there.” She replied. “Dinner meeting with a date.” Her chat again with a sad emoticon. Richard just send a laughing emoticons. And another heart emoticon. He send again a photo and when Anne views it, it’s already the foods that Richard and colleagues ordered. “Our foods is here. Will chat you back babe.” He said. “Okay babe. Take your time.” She replied. And she’s thinking and late to realize if Richard is on a dinner meeting. How can he chat? Do he and his colleagues not talking about business?

Today, they're just keeping my mind occupied which is exactly what I need. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at it discreetly under the desk. Adrian's name flashes on the screen with a text. “Quick question. If you had to fight one, would you rather fight a horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” Despite everything, a smile tugs at my lips. This has been happening all week. Random texts from Adrian. Stupid questions. Memes. Bad jokes. Nothing deep or serious. Just... there. I type back. “Horse-sized duck. At least it's only one target.”

Chaos call if you still want to have the chance to have quickie. @RiverC: @S. Chaos little brother this can’t be happening, kill him now :) @Paul: Sending condolence, may @E.L_Hell let you enter hell. @Bryan_cid: RIP, may you enter hell peacefully. @Bloody_me: Guys, Chaos send me a bomb in a box...send help :( I was laughing reading their comments when I suddenly received a reply from Chaos. From: Baby Trouble Don’t laugh, I’m getting jealous. Who are you talking to?

“Hаvеn’t уоu gоt ѕоmеwhеrе tо bе so uѕ girls can chat іn реасе. Thеrе must bе ѕоmеоnе еlѕе you саn go аnd irritate. Wе juѕt саn’t bе thе lucky оnеѕ,” Micha said, scowling.

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

group chat was buzzing with activity. In reality, everyone in the group came from different places and had never met in person. Their group chat had only six members, all brought together by their shared interest in the stock market. Initially, they only interacted on forums, discussing market trends. Eventually, after sensing they would get along, someone started a private group chat on their messaging app. Three of them had IP addresses based in the capital, while the other three were from different cities. They never pried into each other's personal lives and had never met in real life.

Ding! The little chat box on the online dating site lit up like a Christmas tree. Laura sucked the last mouthful of her coffee and gaped at the screen. You have got to be kidding me, Laura thought. Already? She clicked and read a message from “9inluvr”: Hey, babe. I live in the city and so do you, so let’s hook up for some FWB action. She snorted. Oh, sure. Just like that. Yer a catch, Bud. A real romantic.

Group chat in F******k and non-stop messages. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul’s hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. …… Someone else sends you lucky money, it's difficult to control yourself not to open it, red envelopes $10 of "Firefighters are good at catching cats" also worked Fiona startle.