Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

╰───────────────╯ 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.

Does thinking of me fucking you into the mattress make you so hot you can’t resist? I don’t know if he’s looking for an answer. So far, he’s continued talking with no reply from me. This time, however, I want to respond. I want him to know what I’m doing so that he will keep going. He won’t stop. With my right hand busy though, I’m left to type with only my left thumb. All I manage is, Y. It seems to be enough. His replies are instant, one after the next. Fuck yes.

☆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.

Waiting to see. if we would answer again. ✨

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."

Twice. But still no reply.

And clicked on the sent button. After a few seconds, a reply came back. “Alright boss, I will wait for your call.”

Well, as expected, Denver sent me a message. I felt the urge to draft him a response, but I stood sturdy with my plan to ignore him. I didn’t want to fall on his bait. Not replying to him serves as my response itself that I didn’t want to talk to him even if he tries to woo me every day.