Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

’ 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.’

*Subject: WHERE ARE YOU? *Leigh, I've been trying to reach you for a week. Your phone goes straight to voicemail. Are you okay? I'm worried. Email me back IMMEDIATELY.* Guilt crashed over her. She'd been so focused on blocking Noah that she'd ghosted her best friend. She typed back quickly. *I'm so sorry. Lost my phone. Got a new one. New number. Everything's been crazy with work. Can I call you tonight?* Response came immediately.

"You're obsessed. Look at you. You haven't eaten. You haven't showered. You're checking your phone every five minutes waiting for a text that isn't coming." He was right. I had checked my phone forty-three times since I woke up. "You might text," I said defensively. "I won't," the ghost said. Cold. Dismissive. "I haven't thought about you since the plane took off. Why would I? It's over." The cruelty of it hit me hard. I couldn't breathe. I grabbed my phone. Opened messages and typed: 'I miss you.' My finger paused over send. "Go ahead," the hallucination said. "Beg. See what happens."

Jayden. My heart instantly thundered in my chest, the air whooshing out of my lungs like I’d just run a hundred meters. I took a shaky, long breath, trying to steady myself before pressing the read button. It had been—what?—48 hours since he ghosted me. Was this real? Or some cruel joke my tired mind was playing? Jayden: Are you up? I blinked at the message. Hell yes, I was up. Even if I were dead, I’d be up for this. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back:

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

I hadn’t sent a single meme, but no matter how many Rufio-themed reels he had, I knew he probably laughed at them under his breath. I tapped the message field and typed something casual. Hey, I just saw a dog that looked like Rufio but was fluffier. 12/10 imposter vibes. Hope you’re good. :) I stared at it. Read it. Deleted the smiley. Re-added it. Paused. It wasn’t a big text. It wasn’t a confession, an invitation, or anything more than a tiny, threadbare bridge stretching across the silence. But my thumb hovered over the screen like it was wired to a detonator.