Novel & Cerita Creepy Text Messages Stories

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

My hand tightened around the phone. Then I quickly ended the call. I stared at the screen, confused and unsettled. A few minutes later, another unknown number called. I did not answer. Almost immediately, a text message arrived. "You're a disgusting mistress. Go die." Another followed. "You ruined someone else's relationship. I hope you never have children. If you do, I hope they suffer." Then another. And another. The messages continued pouring in. Calls arrived one after another. W******p notifications began flashing endlessly across my screen.

my phone was kept on the desk and his eyes fell on the 'five-year-old who flirts with strangers for kicks and giggles' message. Yes_you_suck Btw, I gotta thank you for that. It made him laugh and he even talked to me! He said we were too funny. Chloe_awesome_scott OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! NOAH FORWARDED ME MY OWN TEXT TO CREEP ME OUT! Cereal_killer Wait a sec, Liam might have told him about the text and he might have sent it to you, but, there's no way he knew it was you...

Urgent. With the call still on speaker, I tapped open W******p. The screen lit up— text after text, image after image, flooding in from an unknown number. No name. No context. Just a stream of messages, each one more unsettling than the last. The images were more graphic than ever. Some were real— me in the shower, unaware, water cascading down my back, my silhouette visible through the frosted glass. Others were AI-generated nightmares— me with men I’d never met, women I didn’t know, in poses too vulgar to describe. My body twisted, contorted, displayed like a product.

Then, I saw 17 text messages and 57 miss calls all from one person. "Oh my...gosh," I gasped as I opened the frenzy message box. [Isaac told me you're staying in the resort with Brett] [I don't want to creep you out but...] [One room?] [In one room?] [With that freak?] [Please stay away from him. I know he won't ...I mean...] [Shit.] [Sorry.] [I'm overreacting. Right?] [I do trust you. But Brett... that bastard is...] [Are you sleeping?]

Jasmine was engrossed in her work when her phone beeped, but she ignored it, assuming the message wasn't urgent. However, when a second text arrived, she quickly wrapped up her task and grabbed her phone. Her heart sank as she saw the message - a video of Stephan and the twins laughing and enjoying ice cream together, accompanied by a chilling text: "Come meet us." Jasmine's body went cold with fear. She sprang to her feet, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of her office in a panic.

Money first. Then the job. — She paid. And waited. For this moment. — But now— Everything felt wrong. — Her fingers trembled as she discreetly pulled out her phone. Her eyes scanned the screen. A new message. From Undead. Her breath caught. She opened it. And froze. A short message. — You got scammed, idiot. Next time, don't trust so easily. At the end— A name. Undead Scammer. — Her mind went blank.

They had all received messages in the middle of the night from time to time. Cooper was notorious for getting messages from women who had names in his phone such as Gayle – wholesome and Christina – Blonde, tits, waitress, freaky and some were more descriptive. A few even had emoji’s to depict everything the women were willing to do. Or had done. The occasional ping was soon replaced by pings going off back-to-back and the phone screen never going dark. “What the fuck, man?” Cooper asked as JD’s phone dinged with another message. “Tell your girl it’s too damned early.” Buckley objected as the phone in question began ringing.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.