Ew Emoji Novels & Stories

She could feel the heat emanating from them. “I…I came…” Ejima stammered as her eyes fell on Nneamaka. Something in her snapped when she saw the smiles that mortared the side of the woman’s lips. “Go back home,” Uche screamed and pointed in the direction of their house. “You heard the man, Witch, go back home.” Someone from the crowd said. Ejima heaved and turned away from them. Her head was heating and her vision was becoming cloudy. She thought she had cried her eyes to drought. But she was wrong. Fresh drops were gushing out from her eyes now, heating her cheeks as they strolled down.

'Kiss him. My head snaps to Emerald. Her face is emotionless, but I've looked into those eyes a million times during all types of emotions. She's helping me when she should be laughing at me. Cheering on Wes for leaving my selfish ass. But she's not. Emerald is genuinely wanting to help me and make sure that I don't lose my favorite person. "Goddess! Fine, you know what! Fuck this! I, Gamma Wesley of Silve...."

she added an emoji that made her look like a little girl pleading for her favorite doll. A few seconds later, he sent a message back to her “Wow. I would do that immediately, ma’am, always at your service” he sent with another bowing emoji and one that was grinning from ear to ear, making her smile as well as she sent the final big heart emoji to him saying thank you.

A fire emoji and a red X emoji with a skull one. For some reason, it gave me chills but I dismissed it, as I could not think of a meaning. Did someone accidentally butt text me?

She did know how to quicken his pulse anytime. While he sat in car, he typed a quick response. ***I love it. The color looks stunning on you.** Barely a minute passed before she replied with a couple love emojis Mason typed again: ***How hard is it?*** She replied: “How hard is what!*** (a smirking emoji) ***To take off. Would I need up to five seconds to rip it off you later?*** Mason couldn't restrain the chuckle that rumbled from his chest when Gianna sent a couple of knife emojis.

(smile emoji) Texter 1: Alright. And if you find something extra in there, I’ll give you a bonus. Texter 2: Just make sure you keep this guy away from me after this purchase and I’ll be forever grateful. PLEASE! Creepy alert! And he fucking smells (disgust emoji) Texter 1: (Laugh emoji) Fine, will do that and I’ll still give you a bonus. Alright, end the session now before Lyra arrives here. Texter 2: Got it, bro! And thanks again!

’ I sent the message ending it with the winky emoji. ‘ Lmao...I can never feel offended by your words, it is truly dear to me. You're an angel,’ A winky emoji at the back, ‘ A very special one to me.’ I bit my lips, fighting my smile but it won me. ‘ So what do you need.’

It was a blowing-a-kiss emoji. An intense blush instantly crept up Ethan’s neck, burning his cheeks. Does this man even know what that emoji actually means?! Ethan thought, utterly mortified. He buried his face in his hands, a mix of embarrassment and chaotic amusement swirling in his chest as he tried to imagine the terrifying Living Yama seriously selecting a kissing emoji on his phone. Before he could even attempt to craft a reply, Kristen and Anastasia walked into the cafeteria, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Heyyy, buddy!" Kristen called out.

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

She still needed him to hang his dirty linen in public with his bare hands, so no one would castigate her for not washing his dirt. Instead she tapped a single thumbs up emoji beneath the message, the smallest, laziest acknowledgment a person could offer, the digital equivalent of a shrug, and slid her phone back into her bag without another thought. She did not know, walking out into the afternoon sun with ten days left until a wedding she had no intention of attending, that Emery would spend the next hour staring at that single emoji like it was scripture. Across the city, in a house considerably more marble, Emery sat at his mother's dining table refreshing his phone every few minutes, wa