Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

Before I can type a response, another text pops up. TATUM I wanted to talk to you today. Meet me by the lake? His message is casual, light, but direct. There’s no trace of hidden motives or anything ominous. Just a simple request. I exhale softly, feeling a bit silly for overthinking. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Sure, what time? The response comes almost immediately. TATUM Noon. We can go for a run. The corner of my lips twitch into a small smile. Diana stirs inside me, her excitement sparking through the bond.

╰───────────────╯ I clutched the phone like it was burning me, my eyes flicking to every shadow, every face. Every man. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my phone across the room. But mostly, I wanted to disappear. My fingers were ice-cold as I typed: ╭───────────────╮ Me: Please... stop. Who are you? What do you want from me? ╰───────────────╯ The reply came before I could even blink. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: Don’t look so sad, baby. Relax.

☆Daniel☆ "Since when did you become so relentless?" her message popped up, lifting the heavy burden that had been pressing on my chest for weeks. It felt like a long awaited prayer had finally been answered. I glanced around, half expecting an audience to witness my excitement, but I managed to keep my composure. A response. I needed to respond, but words eluded me. After a month of waiting, her reply had finally arrived. I knew she was finally going to drop the childish games.

Samuel didn't reply to any of them, and he saw Tasha's message. Knowing that Tasha was Helen's friend, he replied to her message. "Yes, I am going home. How about you?" Tasha was happy when she read Samuel's message. She thought she was making progress after all, as she believes that once she had gotten close to him, he will date her instead of Helen. Tasha then replied to the chat. "I am not going home. Till next weekend. I am waiting to see my result." Samuel saw that his car driver had arrived. He replied to Tasha.

The text is simple enough to fit on a single line. “I heard you. I'll ask. “ I stare at the words longer than necessary. The message is not romantic. Neither persuasive. Nor dramatic. It is simply an acknowledgment that he listened. Without fully thinking about why, I quickly saves his number again. The action feels small, yet significant. I deliberated on my response. Thinking of the best reply to give him. After several minutes i finally replied. “Then ask properly. “ Thats the best I could think of. Once the message is sent.

It takes me five days to reply Let. While we are waiting for Miss Jota to show up, I find a comfy space at the back and start drafting my reply. It’s short. I don’t have much to say to him but I try to be supportive. Me: How did it feel? Was it good? Did sparks fly everywhere? Did it feel like the movies? Is she your girlfriend now? Will you two get married and have kids? Lol. Tell me, tell me everything, I want to know.

With the emojis of sadness and apology. She replied to his message, “Okay.” With the emojis of anger and disappointment. “Raincheck?” Adrian replied.

For a moment, I simply stared at the words, my mind running through every possible explanation and rejecting each one just as quickly. That tone.... That calm, controlled way of replying. It didn’t sound like a stranger, it sounded like someone who already knew me. My jaw tightened slightly. "Then answer properly," I typed back, my fingers moving faster this time, driven by a mix of annoyance and curiosity. The reply did not come immediately. Seconds stretched. Then the typing indicator appeared again, slow and deliberate, as if the person on the other side was not in any hurry at all. "Go to sleep."

She left the message on read. “Won't you reply?" Pixie “What's your business?" “My business is that the love of your life just messaged you and you are ignoring him." “Will you shut it?" “Someone you could die for." “I just said shut it." “You can't do more than a dead rat." “What did you just say?" “You heard me; please reply. Do you know if he wants to take you on a date?" “Date my foot; I wanted that before, but now I don't."

Why isn’t the person responding to me? I take a deep breath and hiss, “Who are you, and what do you want? If you aren’t going to answer, I’m hanging up.” A woman’s voice stutters, “W.Wait.” With the one word, I can hear her fear and desperation. Controlling my growing irritation, I calmly ask, “What do you want?” She pauses for a moment and timidly replies, “I have some information you might like to know.” I raise an eyebrow. “What is it?”