Emails Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

Asher shook his head as he exited the chat, Jason was his best friend and he was just as crazy as he was when he was five. Another notification pop up drew his attention, it was an email,the one he was expecting. From: theredsunparanormal@unrealmail.com Subject line: Information no one asked for Dear curious reader, We're happy to see you're still well and alive—we hope. Anyways back to the matter at hand, there are seven days in a week but of course you knew that. Paranormal activities are quite a touchy subject.

Right now, all I need is a release from this shitstorm of a day. I glance at my phone. The email notification is still flashing on the screen. I really don't want to deal with one single email now, especially with my mind being one big motherfucking mass of confusion. But to my surprise, the subject line shows a heart emoji. And the sender is Mindy Williams. Hm. And again: hm. It’s way past working hours, but I decide to open the email. I tap on the email and my jaw instantly drops. And then it drops even more. Not only that. My cock goes from half-hard to rock-hard in under a second.

“I’m not actually going to trap him with a baby, Elena.” “Glad we’re clear,” she says, going back to stirring something that smells like garlic and judgment. I chuckle under my breath and return to my phone, opening my email app for the first time since I signed back in. Junk, newsletters, old subscription stuff… Then, one stands out. No subject, no sender name. Just an address I don’t recognize. I sit there with my thumb hovering over my phone, the screen still glowing with the email. The message is short and curt:

Tehilla slowly chewed and ate her food like a proper young lady and she finished her food before asking, "Linux, do you have Messenger?" "Messenger? What's that?" Linux replied. Giggling, Tehilla chirped, "It's a messaging app we use here in Taadi and it's very popular. If you're going to be working here, you should d******d it." "Oh!" Linux responded. The atmosphere was just right. Tehilla had taken the opportunity to ask for Linux' number, and so he gave her his assistant's number. While the other girls wanted to be close to Linux, they knew where their place was and that they were not qualified.

Ruby messaged her. Imajewel messaged you Lia opened the chat option Imajewel : You are my friend Lia could see her talking like this. Imajewel : Thus is my number. You message me here. Lia didn't think it was weird. In fact, messaging on Wowee was not good. Because it has all kinds of options, you would spend less time on talking and more on playing. A very distracting app. So only adults have a messaging option. Lia saved the number and sent her a message.

Moses simply shrugged. “Leave it, then,” he said as he reached for his phone. “I’ll hire an expert to do it.” Just as he unlocked his phone, a notification popped up. Moses frowned. It was an email. The subject line read: “Every piece of information you need is here.” Moses narrowed his eyes. He scrolled down, reading the sender’s email address. It was completely untraceable. His suspicion grew. “Someone sent me a secret message,” he muttered.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

she teased. He clicked on the send button and scanned the email responses to her first message. 'Hello, Mystic Red. I’m High-on-Poppy. Would you be my love forever? Just blows my mind what we could do together, wild thing. Set the world on fire. Looking for your loving response'. HOP Caleb looked back at her as she read over his shoulder. “Sounds fun loving, huh?” she asked. “Idiot hopped-up human.”

AFTER A DEEP contemplation, Michelle had finally decided to contact her best friend, Megan, who was living in the United States. Her palms were sweating as she sat down on the table, facing her laptop and then logging into her email account. For the first time after escaping six years ago, she checked her personal email and figured out that Megan had sent her hundreds of emails all this time. Her eyes burned, hot tears starting to pool in them as she scrolled all the way down, scanning the subjects of Megan’s email which all asking her to come back and to contact her.

" Well that's that. Let's talk about the money I received today. Are you going to keep sending me piddly pin money?" " Then I'll send it to you monthly." She said. " Nevermind that, I'll decide what the contract content should be. Come to my hotel tomorrow." I said. " I can't, I have something I wanna do tomorrow. " She said. " Well you'll have to cancel it...." She cuts me off. " I'm sorry I can't." Then she cut the call. The guts this woman have. Instead of being angry I was smiling. Then realizing that I was I cleared my throat and frown.