Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

I picked up the notepad by the coffee table and wrote a letter to Natalia. "My dear Natalia, I am grateful for what you have done for me till now, and I hope you get all the happiness throughout your life. Especially when you have found your mate. Many best wishes from my side. But, alas, I can no longer be a part of your life. My life is a curse. I am leaving. Please forgive me if possible. If till today there has been any such mistake which has hurt your heart, then forgive me. You have done me good till now. If, in the future, I am able to repay your favors, then I will be happy. Till the next meeting, which may never happen, goodbye. And yes, I beg you, don't tell Aidan anything about th

He asks with desire in his eyes "Yours" I replied

“That’s what I’m figuring out.” “That’s not good enough.” “I know, but we are getting close.” Silence again. Heavy. Pressing. I looked back at the screen. At the words. “They said ‘give us what we want,’” I whispered. “That means they expect you to respond.” “I won’t.” “What if they don’t wait?” “They’ll wait.” “You don’t know that.” “I do.” I turned to him. “How?” “Because if they wanted to act immediately, they wouldn’t send a message.”

My palms were sweaty, despite the cold air. With hesitant fingers, I typed a reply. Me: What is it you actually want? The reply came fast. Way too fast. Like he had been waiting for me. [No Name] No Name: Just to talk. That’s all. I can meet you tomorrow—wherever you choose—before I get busy again with match schedules. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second. Even without meeting him, just getting a message from him already made my body tense—like a violin string pulled too tight.

Tap my mug against the counter. The message burns behind my eyelids every time I blink. Finally I type a reply—Appreciate the offer. Could you share more details?—and hover over send for what feels like a full minute. Then I delete it. Then I retype it. Then I send it. Instant read-receipt. No answer. I sit back in my chair, palms damp, pulse ridiculous. The quiet hum returns, louder now, threading through the walls and floor until it feels like it’s coming from inside me.

He replied. “Hmm, I don't want to go.” “Don't you want answers? Harrison is going to be there.” He said and she felt her heart skip a beat. Does she really want answers?

Her message carried a warmth and anticipation, like reconnecting with an old friend after a long time apart. After sending the message, Emily continued browsing other job postings. Not long after, she received a reply from Claire. "Hey, Emily, great to hear from you! How have you been?" Claire's words felt like a gentle spring breeze, brushing away the heaviness from Emily's heart. "I'm thinking of changing jobs recently, looking for a marketing position in the tech industry, but I haven't found the right opportunity yet," Emily replied quickly, her heart filled with a mixture of hope and anxiety. She knew that this might be an important turning point in her career.

I thought, irritation curling in my chest as I hated how desperate I probably looked, just staring at the screen waiting. I got up to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, my laptop still open on the table. Even as I drank, my eyes kept drifting back to it, like the message might suddenly appear if I blinked at the right moment. But when I returned, there was still nothing. Late replies were one of my pet peeves, and right now, he was definitely pushing it. He had clearly asked for trouble, and I intended to give him exactly that once he finally responded. Fifteen minutes dragged by before his reply finally popped up.

But she hasn't replied, for fuck sake, I texted her since 7am and it's already 9am and she hasn't replied. Sighing, I laid back on my bed, “this is pointless, she doesn't like men,” realizing what I said, I quickly sat up, mumbling to myself, “well it's not like, I like her or anything. It's just sex, yeah it's sex that I want,” I quickly stood up from my bed, “it's definitely sex, I won't wait for her reply, I can get sex wherever I want,” I said walking towards my wardrobe, when my phone rang indicating a message. I literally ran to my phone at the bedside and picked up my phone, it was a text from Maya. I smiled so widely as I tapped on my phone screen to open the text, it was short but I