Ghosted Novels & Stories

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

I already ate two tamales and regret not getting more. I smiled. But didn’t text back. The screen returned to the home page, and my hand drifted back to the mouse. That lasted maybe ten minutes. Then I opened message app again. Seriously. You can’t just disappear like this. You got married, and left chaos behind. If you need help, say something. But don’t ghost everyone. Message sent. But still just one gray checkmark. I stared at the screen, for a long time. Until the ping of a new email snapped me out of it.

Ghosted The next day I woke up feeling a little bit better, I took up my phone to check what time it is and I saw 7 missed calls from Julian, I totally forgot to call her back yesterday. I dialed her number, it rang and after a few seconds, she picked up, before I could say 'hello’ she spoke. “No ma’am, you do not get to do that, you do not get to ghost me like that” she said angrily I wanted to explain myself but she cut me off

Elliot’s eyes narrowed. “How?” Another line appeared. YOU’RE THE GHOST WHO BREACHED BLACKWOOD. His stomach tightened slightly. That nickname. The Ghost. He hadn’t heard anyone use it in months. Another message followed. WE WANT TO TALK. Elliot began typing. Who is this? The response came instantly. FRIENDS. Elliot rolled his eyes. “Sure you are.” He launched a deeper trace program. The signal immediately shifted again. The sender was extremely careful. Every movement Elliot made triggered another layer of protection.

My thumb hovered over Christian’s name. It’s not like I hadn’t thought about calling. Or texting. Or screaming into the void. But what would I even say? ‘Thanks for ghosting me like a college ex’? I took a breath and typed. Me: You left, Christian. Again. Not a word, no goodbyes. It’s on you this time. My fingers hovered over the send button for a moment too long before I hit send. No fanfare. No confetti. Just a soft whoosh and the sudden silence that followed it. Then I shoved the phone back into my pocket like it weighed a thousand bricks. Like he did.

A new message arrived, so I went back to the message area and saw that the mysterious person was online. Phantompurse sent you a message ‘Hey, you're online but you didn't even reply to my last messages. Are you ghosting me?’ Do I look like a ghost? Damn this person. Instead of ignoring it, I got angrier. Who is this crazy person? [Me] ‘Hello. Sorry but this is my first time using this app. It happened to d******d on my phone. I'm not really sure how to use this though.’ I quickly pressed the send button and bit my nail. The message was seen immediately, and I saw the typing indicator. Does this person have nothing better to do?

The ghost icon that indicated the other party was online wasn’t even there which meant the person had likely not open his chat. Another two minutes passed with Asher just staring at his laptop, he jolted towards the laptop when he saw the ghost icon appear. The icon stayed still for another two minutes and Asher’s stomach twisted in knots at the anxiety of waiting, the other party finally started typing and Asher’s anxiety decreased. winkyelfofaer: redsun? I’ll kill that dude, who are you and what do you want? And your nickname The will of Aura? Cute. Asher contemplated for a while about whether to tell them his real name or not, he decided to say it because what exactly did he have to lose.

It was one of the reasons why she was her best friend and she was always comfortable with telling her anything that bothered her, she was more like her backbone that made her feel stronger, bolder and confident whenever she was losing it and it was vice versa too. She remembered the last conversation she had with her mystery man before he started being unavailable, he sent a message to her inbox, it read "I don't think I will be much of a speak to you for a while because I am going through things that I'm not ready or comfortable to disclose yet but I hope you will understand and take care of yourself this period while I'm away" Adonia had read that message a thousand time and she still cou

Is the server bugging? [User_V0id]:FoxDragon? The Ghost of the 2019 blackout? You’ve been dead for seven years.* I stared at the screen, my breath hitching. I was a legend here. During the year I couldn't remember, I hadn't been a nursing student or a "stray." I had been a top-tier phantom, a digital architect of chaos. Then, a private window snapped open, covering the main chat. The text was gold. [7th_Perfection]:*You’re late.*

In the end of her blabbering she didn't get any response. "Are you done?" Came the deep husky voice with Italian accent and heart skipped a beat.