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Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Said Sam not believing her. "Don't you like have somewhere to be? I'm good here" Kim said picking up her phone and still no messages just like she had thought. She had called Nick several times and left a couple of messages but he never replied, her calls always went to voicemail, she was starting to think he had gone back on his words after all she had taken care of the model problem for him, a little legal threats here and there and she got the woman's promise to never call or go anywhere near Nick Stone.

“Yo— your scarf, I have it all cleaned up. If you don't mind it'll only take a minute for me to go grab it, come inside?” hey guys, how are you guys? i hope you like this story and if you do please do let know in the comments,<3 love, Hafsa

*** After handling Mom's memorial, I went back to the cheap hotel where I was staying. The second I slid in the keycard, my phone started buzzing like crazy. Missed calls stacked up. All from Tyler. Blank-faced, I switched my phone to silent and let the screen flash in the dark. When I still didn't answer, the texts started. Tyler: [Lindsay, please answer. Can we meet and talk?] I replied coldly. [You already signed the debt agreement. There's nothing to talk about. Don't forget your first payment is due on the first of next month.]

Axel began, deftly catching the noisy phone before it met it's unfortunate end, "we should consider giving you a landline you can carry about instead. Tied right to your waist." I shot him a glare, daring with my angry gaze to say one more word and cross the lines. "It's a signal from one of your jets. It's currently heading towards New Zealand." He tossed the phone back after he was done looking at the screen. "The dumbo was right after all."

“Let me help you with that, Master Rowan.” “Wow. What is going on girl? Did Damon tell you?” Kael questions. “None that he ever mentioned to me.” “Here, bring this one and you get this one.” Madam Clara assigns Rowan bags to me and Kael to help take in. Sasha decides to bring her unwanted self out as we are heading inside. She runs into Rowan and tries to speak to him but Rowan passes by quickly after flashing her a breezing acknowledgement smile. “You are back, weakling,” she says to me, smirking.

It was as if her stupidity fed his ego. One night, around 9:00 pm, I came back from the library and noticed that Sienna still wasn't in the dorm. I figured she was out on another date and probably wouldn't come back at all. Just then, my phone rang, and I saw that it was her. I didn't answer. After all, I knew it couldn't be anything good. After trying to reach me three times, Sienna gave up and dialed for Jessica instead. Jessica was in the middle of a game and answered the call without even looking. "It's not my problem if you don't come back. I don't have time for this."

I was still trying hard to think if it was a dream I had while standing or if it was just a flashback of memory. Again, my phone chimed with another notification. I needed no one to tell me that it was from Harvey. I immediately opened my phone to respond. “Why are you apologizing? It’s not as though you did anything wrong. Although I still need to know what really happened,” her text read. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll keep you posted once I’m back to the office.” I couldn’t stop smiling as I texted her back. It suddenly looked like we were becoming closer as the day went by.

"What are you zoning out for? Did you forget my passcode? Let me unlock it for you." "I already got in." I turned the screen toward him. "What does this text mean?" Grayson glanced at it, his expression perfectly natural. "Spam," he said, sounding almost annoyed, pinching my cheek. "Are you dense? You're going to stare at junk like this for ages?" He took the phone from me and blocked the number without hesitation, then set it down on the nightstand like it was nothing. I couldn't help but ask. "Same as that other message last time?"

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so