Friendzone Texts Novels & Stories

“Should you maybe get back to your interview?” I sighed. “I guess.” “But I’ll see you tomorrow after work, right?” “Yes,” I assured her. “I can’t wait.” “Have you gotten your new phone yet?” “My what?” El frowned, her forehead wrinkling adorably in the low light. “So I can text you. I know it’s silly, but I’d really like to be able to text with you during the day. Say goodnight. It would make it easier to wait for tomorrow.”

I chuckled under my breath; the defiance suited him. “I’m just saving my contact. You better not delete it, because I’m checking every day we meet.” I typed quickly, then took his hand and placed the phone back in his palm. My fingers brushed his—soft skin against calluses—and my cock gave another insistent throb. Jordan glanced at the screen and immediately choked. “Please tell me you don’t mean it?” he practically yelled, shoving the phone in my face. I laughed, caught his hand again, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to his knuckles.

smile before he exits the room. I pick my phone up to see no texts from Kye, scrolling down all the messages I sent him. I'm having an internal struggle with myself if I should text him again or just leave him alone. My head lost the battle with my heart and I started typing away. ≽ Ketzia ≼ Hey, it's me again. I really miss you and I wish you would just talk to me. I'm going on a hunt tonight because a human got killed again. I hope you understand. Im sorry.

Hope you're too. Isma'il: good to hear. Hope you enjoyed your ice cream too. Zainab: 😃 yes I did. Isma'il: so Zainab I've been meaning to tell you something. OMG he's going to confess. Zainab thought. Her heart was dancing skelewu while her stomach was dancing shoki. Zainab: carry on 😊 Isma'il: I want us to be friends Zainab 🙏 please. Zainab felt like she was splashed with cold water. She checked his text again and again just to confirm if he wrote "friend"or "girlfriend".

Asshole. I felt my phone vibrate almost immediately. I opened it, and it was a text. 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺: 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑌 𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻, 𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵?

Outside the window were thousands of glowing lights, but not one of them belonged to me. However, I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew I was my own home now. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Mom. [Freya, Happy New Year. I miss you.] I stared at the screen for a few seconds before replying, [Happy New Year.] Then I put my phone down and continued drinking with Nancy. By the time fireworks exploded outside the window, Nancy was already passed out drunk. I draped a coat over her shoulders and stood alone by the window.

Waiting for me was a text from Smart, the one I had felt would never contact me again. "I've thought about it for days now, Jay. I think I would like to be your friend. Not ones with benefits. Just a friend. I apologize for letting my emotions almost ruin a beautiful friendship. I promise I won't ever come on to you. All I want is to be your friend. Please call when you see this. I will be awaiting. No matter how long it takes. I will always be waiting."

I almost jumped out of my chair as I snatched my phone off the desk. Zane: Hey Cinderella. My face screwed into a frown but it barely held its form as I typed. Me: You decided to ghost me after pleading for me to respond to your text. Not cool, fairy godmother. The three dots bounced and his chat bubble appeared. Zane: Sorry. Had been tackling something. He sent a sticker of a person violently pleading. A soft smile brushed my lips. Me: So what are you doing? An image filled our dm with a caption that just woke up.

My fingers drifted to my lips still swollen, still tingling with a memory I had no right to cherish or enjoy especially in my fiance house. I looked down at the ring again. My phone buzzed in my bag. My heart jumped into my throat. I didn’t have to check to know who it might be. I was excited for his text and that was the problem. He was checking in to make sure I got home safe. I smiled and sent him a text confirming I was home. I went through our texts, there was almost nothing. We never texted. This was the beginning. Zac: Goodnight, Janie.

She mumbled with a drooping expression. Zach had been in touch with her since she excused herself at the cafeteria the other day. He would send good morning texts and report his day to her in her DM. She was barely online, so she just gets to see his texts once in a while, and she'd politely reply to them when she does. In his previous text, he offered to take her sightseeing since she had not seen much of the city and implored her to never fail to text back when she was down to go out or sightseeing, he ended the text with multiple heart emojis.