Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

Reen said while opening the door, i was the only one who was left in the car and i had no reason of going out. I was busy looking at Dad talking and laughing with the filling station's workers i didn't know if they knew each other or he was just trying to act friendly . Something disturbed me , a text message, i received a text message from an unknown number. I opened the message but i was confused, the message was blank, totally blank , not even a full stop was written on it . I thought he made a mistake so i decided to text back "who is this ?" i waited for some minutes then the unknown replied "you".

What was up with him? I stared at him, confused. He wasn't making any sense. Can't he just get to the point and tell me what was going on? "Willow?" I growled, getting irritated at him. "Who the f*ck is Willow?" "Emily's wolf, you moron!" Ghost snapped. "She decided it was time to open the mate link for me!" Ghost sighed hopelessly, and his actions were now irritating the living sh*t out of me. Yet I couldn't hide my surprise.

He's famous, he'll just forget about what happened last night anyways. I grabbed my phone and opened my Twitter again then typed in @tate_kvngh: Chinese foods for dinner! :) I hope it helps me from my headache rn. I began to type Gage's name on the search bar again, stalking him twice now for one day and clicked on his account once I searched him. He tweeted twice 49 minutes ago! @Gage_Stockholm: of all the things that I had to forget that night, it had to be asking for your name.

By evening, she was sitting in Maya's apartment, glaring at her untouched cup of tea. Maya watched her from across the couch. "You've checked your phone seven times in the last minute." Natasha immediately looked up. "I have not." "You absolutely have." Maya replied and Natasha groaned. Then dropped her head against the couch cushion. "Maybe he ghosted me." Natasha said and Maya stared. For several seconds and then she burst into laughter, the kind that made Natasha want to throw a pillow at her. "Ghosted you?" "Stop laughing." Natasha complaint.

The waiter returned with their drinks; water for both of them. After taking a long sip of her water she put the glass down and stared straight at him with focus. “You know what? Screw the small talk or this coincidence orchestrated by my meddling best friend. Let’s just get to the fucking point, shall we? “Why did you ghost me after fucking me?” ***** 47 DAYS AGO

Walk away from the life that just comes to reality I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to breathe. Suddenly, my phone rang, making me jump. I fumbled for it, my fingers shaky, and when I saw Sandra’s name on the screen, I hesitated before answering. “Finally!” Sandra’s voice came through, full of her usual dramatic energy. “You’ve been ghosting me! Not even a single call? What’s your excuse, huh?” I let out a tired sigh. “Sorry, babe. It’s just… a lot.”

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

I’d be a fool to try to convince a man to love me even when he said he doesn’t a million times. “I’d like to spend the night,” He nodded gleefully. I pulled out my phone to check if Zac replied but there was nothing. He was ghosting me.

Rafaelle had a sullen look as he explained. “Before that, I got the trademark of who it was. It’s Ghost.” I rubbed my jaw at the information. Now it made sense why we were having difficulty tracking the phone calls in the beginning. No one had ever seen Ghost before but he was reputed to carry out any scheme without being traceable in the least. Hence, the name Ghost. The interesting part was that Ghost didn't work for anybody and only performed a one-time task. This meant Gaetano was paying him millions to keep him around for longer.

’ 21st February 2020, 1:00 PM I dragged my chair to Jenny’s working station so I could have a small chat with her. ‘Hey I am finished with my 6th article,’ I said. ‘Hurry up, finish yours so we can talk.’ ‘I’m sorry Irina but it is not a good time.’ she said with her eyes fixed on the monitor. ‘I’m having a bad day actually.’ ‘What happened?’ I said. ‘Whenever you’re ready to tell me I’m just here.’ I was about to drag my chair back to my workstation when she spoke. ‘I was ghosted.’