Ghosting Txt Novels & Stories

Right now, what it wanted to do was to touch her willing flesh. He raised his trembling hand and caressed the soft flesh of her firm breast with the tip of his coarse fingers. She sighed and relaxed her body, but made no move to stop him. “I am not a virgin anymore,” she reminded him. “You are so kind and handsome. I want to know what it feels like to be with a man who is kind and handsome. I want to erase the dream of horror that is stuck in my mind.”

◇ KEL ◇ "So? Did he sign it or what? He's not replying to my emails anymore. Sonuvabitch ghosted me." I giggled at Gaia's fairly incensed reaction. It was my fault—I didn't tell her about the last conversation I had with Enzo, about that loan payment agreement I asked Gaia to revise. Well, in all honesty, I didn't want to talk to her about him at all.

I told her some truth, and the ghost rejoiced, "Yes! She is talking to me! You said it! You are talking to me, Sydney!" "Stop that, Syd. It's not funny anymore." My friend commented, looking so unusually freaked out by me, and I just smiled a cheeky one at her. "Oh, I could kiss you right now, Sydney. Stop being so cute! Thanks in advance if you really are going to talk to me, by the way. It means so much to me. That's your ride? I'll go in with you." The ghost let out, sounding so delighted, and walked ahead to the car, while I... I still can't process in my nervous system what she just said. Kiss what?

he just said. “I said hi.” “That doesn’t erase weeks of silence.” I sighed. “I didn’t ghost you.” “You absolutely ghosted me.” “I was busy.” “Busy people still send texts.” “I meant to.” “You didn’t.” “I know.” He leaned back in his chair and studied me like a detective. “So,” he said slowly, “where have you been hiding?” I looked at the table. “Life.” “Ah,” he said dramatically. “Life. The classic excuse.”

I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and by the time I came back out, I had five messages three from Alessandro and two from Ghost. Ignoring Alessandro's messages, I clicked on Ghost's. ╭───────────────╮ Me: Got plans tonight? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Oh, she remembers me. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Ghost: Even if I was busy, you really think I'd turn you down, Red? ╰───────────────╯

She snapped a quick selfie with her tongue out in a cute pout and hit send. "Damn. You look so good, babe. You’re killing me over here. I just wanna be there with you." Stacy’s smile faltered. She blinked at the screen because she was caught off guard by the sudden shift. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or a little annoyed. She sent back a simple question mark. "Do me a huge favor, baby. Please? Just for me?" Stacy hesitated while her thumbs hovered over the keyboard. "Anything as long as it’s not shady or gonna get me hurt. You do that and I’m ghosting you for real."

It was an email–on my private email address. My mouse pointer hovered around it for a while but then I clicked it. I didn’t need to think so hard to know who sent it. “We need to talk. There are a lot of things that you need to explain to us. You have ghosted us for way too long. Gina.” I sighed and decided to reply. She was right. They needed to know the truth, and my avoiding them only made it even more suspicious. Things were hard and it would simply be nice to know that my friends were looking out for me at least.

Guilty people let calls go to voicemail and then hid behind vague excuses. I pulled up our message thread and saw the last text I'd sent yesterday. Me: I'm so sorry for leaving like that. Family emergency. Can we reschedule? Right. But I'd never actually set a time. Had just left it hanging there, vague and open-ended, like I wasn't really serious about meeting with him at all. No wonder he was calling. He probably thought I was ghosting him. Again. That I'd gotten cold feet about the whole arrangement and was too cowardly to just tell him outright.

Dante insists. I sip my tea. “We’re not naming them after a ninja turtle.” Sasha giggles. “Michelangelo?” Ethan chokes on his water. The banter flows easily and I'm grateful for them. The love between myself and Ethan is the kind of love that survived divorce papers and arson. My phone buzzes. Unknown number. I silence it. Dante notices. “Trouble?” Ethan’s hand tightens on my knee. “Celeste’s ghosting.”