Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

She missed his presence alot. 'Are you on your way home?' Her finger hovered around the send button. No harm could come out of it right? Message sent! Immediately, he replied. He fucking replied! She smiled to herself, She almost thought he wouldn't reply her. 'Why yes, I am on my way home, Shouldn't you be asleep?' He replied. 'I couldn't sleep,' She simply texted. 'You missed me?' He typed back wanting to know her reply. She felt her heart beat faster than it was supposed to. What should she reply? 'Of course I miss you or....no I didn't.'

Send in a response if you are still interested. A big smile spreads on my lips, and I cover my mouth as a big squeal leaves me. My dream was finally coming true!

I feel him inside of me, and hear him, and touch him, at times like that we’re on the same page, just two bodies joining as one, giving and receiving pleasure. "Stop thinking about that" there are things to be done. He could have at least said where we were going. I don't want to overdress. Dammit! Before I know it my fingers are flying over my phone screen. Me: I need more details! ASAP! I wait for a minute, then two, then five. Seems he won't be replying, He's always on that damn phone if he isn't answering it's because he doesn't want to. I hurry to the closet.

I slapped myself mentally for stuttering in front of him in every sentence I say. "It is if you are concerned." He replied without any pause or hesitation. "I work at a book store, as an attendant." I huffed out, not having any reply to his blunt fearless answer. I thought his anger would subside after hearing my reply, but his anger seemed to increase more. If he was angry before, now he started seething in anger. He was shaking in rage and, his words were like a thunder,

He was trying everything. I had not replied to any of them. Until now. I don’t know what snapped inside me. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was the fact that Cullen still hadn’t shown up in any way. My fingers moved on the screen. So fast that my heart could not even stop it. Selena: What do you want to talk about? The reply came very fast. It was like he was holding his phone and just waiting for the reply. Jake: Thank you. Thank you for replying. Can we please meet? Just once. I swear I won’t push anything.

Let me know if you need anything. Pathetic. Perfect. My thumbs flew across the screen. Me: 'Come over. Now. I miss you.' I hit send. I lay there, staring at the screen, phone resting on my chest. I waited for the instant Read receipt, for the immediate response I'd trained her to give me. Nothing happened for a minute. Then, the three little dots appeared. Typing... I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. See? Wrapped around my finger. She was typing a reply. Probably 'On my way!' or 'Is everything okay?' or 'I miss you too.'

There was a pause. "What?" he asked. "Stop telling me to answer you," I added. "I don’t like it." Another pause, longer this time. "I was just trying to get your attention," he said. "I saw your messages." "Then why didn’t you reply?" "Because I didn’t want to." Silence. I could almost feel his reaction through the phone. "What do you mean you didn’t want to?" he asked slowly. "I mean exactly that," I said. "I was busy."

After getting ready for bed, I decided to do it. I’m going to text her. But she can’t know it’s me yet. {Hi beautiful.} I sent her a DM on I***a and waited for her reply but didn’t get any that night. It made me feel disappointed. I was really hoping she would reply. But I won’t give up. She would reply me sooner or later. I’m sure of it. ~

But I can't. Which one dies first? The message vibrates through me, chilling my bones and stealing my breath. I know I should ignore the messages; that was the pact we made, the three of us discussing the matter earnestly only a few hours ago. Yet, despite my better judgment, my fingers hover over the reply button, trembling with the weight of my decision. I am drawn to the screen, compelled to type out a response, caught between fear and curiosity as my things press the old-style buttons. The message takes double the time to type compared to a smartphone.

Because now— This wasn’t just control. This was access. Night fell. Juniper stood alone in her office once more. The lights dim. The glass reflecting her silhouette. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. One message. She opened it. You’re adapting quickly. Juniper didn’t respond. Another message appeared. That’s good. A pause. Then— It would be disappointing otherwise. Juniper’s gaze remained steady. Her fingers hovered briefly over the screen. Then— She typed. What do you want? The reply came instantly.