Cultivation Chat Group Novels & Stories

Found some mindless show I didn't care about and let it play while I cleaned up my minimal dinner mess. My phone buzzed on the counter. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. Finally, I picked it up. Group text. Ashley had created it sometime ago, everyone on the third floor plus a few others. The chat name was "3rd Floor Chaos" with way too many emojis. Ashley: Game night starting! Common room, now! 🎮🍪 Madison: Ryan's already talking trash. Someone needs to humble him Ryan: You can TRY 😎

Wilbur nodded and said, "I'll accept it, but please ask how this item was obtained. Find the owner of this item." "Yes, sir. We'll investigate right away when we head back." They did not know why Wilbur wanted to know, but they would investigate the matter since he asked. "Anything else?" asked Wilbur. Matt and Gerard looked at each other. Gerard said, "Here's the thing, sir. Ever since the last incident, we and our counterparts in Seechertown have established a Cultivators Association. The main purpose of this association is to resolve conflicts among various clans and provide a place for everyone to engage in combat and mutual learning."

Jennifer then said to her buddies beside her, “You should also add Elaine as a friend so that it will be easier for us to communicate with each other in the future.” Elaine said without hesitation, “That’s really great. I’ll create a group chat immediately and add the four of us to the group chat. We can communicate in the group chat directly if there’s any news in the future.” Soon, the four of them started getting to work with the birth of a WhatsApp group chat called ‘Eliminate Hannah Queen to Eliminate Harm for the Society’.

🚨 JANEVERSE IS OFFICIALLY OPEN 🚨 My loves, I finally made a F*a*c*e*b*o*o*k group for all of us and I’m genuinely so excited about this 😭🖤 It’s called ✨ JANEVERSE ✨ and it’s a public F*a*c*e*b*o*o*k group where we can: ❤️‍🔥 Discuss daily chapter updates ❤️‍🔥 Scream over plot twists & cliffhangers

One was from Chase and the other was from Steel Cell Group's intranet group chat. The group chat was for employees. I decided to check Chase's message first. Chase: I miss you. It wasn't an elaborate message but it sent warmth straight to my heart. I moved on to the next message after obsessing over the one Chase sent for a few minutes. The whole gist of the message that was sent in the group chat was informing all employees of an important fact. Chase had organized an outing for all employees of Steel Cell Group. It was a day out at a hot spring resort.

He didn't scroll up and just looked at the chat box. There are only ten people in this group, all of whom share the same hobby as him. Some of them particularly enjoy chatting. In addition to chatting, they often exchange experiences and share their achievements. Loves watermelon the most - "Hey! Am I seeing things? S is online!" As soon as this message came out, people started shouting below - Mommy's little cutie - "Really! S, how come you have time to come online?" Fake Daddy - "S, have you been up to something big lately? Tell us about it and get us excited."

She said at the door. “They don't even exist” Milligan countered. “Save it for the chatroom. No other pack would ever dare.” She said, then walked out. Chatroom? They had a chatroom for these things? “She’s crazy,” he muttered, turning back to me. “Chatroom?” “Yes, Moonlit staff chatroom, we talk about many things, including how many cheeseburgers Mr Singh consumes in a week” he chuckled. “He's good for business,” I shrugged, lifting my bag.

I said. “I’ll help. Want to create a group chat with Elodie too? That girl has a creative brain.” I laughed quietly. “Yeah. Let’s do it.” We ended the call a few minutes later, and I opened Singram group later that day. Group name: Louise’s Secret Plans I added Lea and Elodie. Me: “Okay team, we have two missions, final wedding planning and a surprise birthday dinner for Tristan next Thursday.” Lea: “Mission accepted.” Elodie: “Eeeek! Count me in. What’s the dress code?”

“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.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.