Ghosting Txt Novels & Stories

When the beep came, I hesitated and then spoke quietly. "Hey. It’s me. I realize I’ve been ghosting everyone, including you, and I’m really sorry. Disappearing wasn’t my intention. Things have been... a lot. But that’s no excuse. So, maybe call me back when you can? Or text. Or just show up at my house with snacks and tell me I’m the worst. Whatever. I miss you." I hung up, staring at the screen for another thirty seconds as if it might magically light up with her name. Finally, I tossed the phone onto the comforter.

“Since we got here, my anonymous admirer—you know, the one I’ve been talking to online for while—has completely ghosted me.” Tessa blinked. “Ghosted you? You mean, not even a single message?” “Not even a good morning since we got here,” Jamie said, voice flat. “No check-in. No ‘how’s Seychelles?’ Not even a freaking emoji. Nothing.” Camila reached for her wine glass and raised a brow with teasing sharpness. “Maybe he found out you’ve been frolicking with a rich man named Rahl and decided to back out. Love triangles are so exhausting.”

“Saturday night.” “I see. So, it’s been three days. What about your texts and calls? How sure are you that he received them?” he questioned me again. Gulping hard, I pulled out my phone and opened Joshua’s message box. “Well, at first, they were all going through, but yesterday it started saying that the messages were undelivered and my calls couldn’t get through anymore.” The previous ridiculous officer scoffed and chuckled as he shook his head, showing me that my words were proving his point that Joshua ghosted me. Thankfully, the detective shot him a glare and he silenced.

Or maybe he had, but he was avoiding my floor completely. I checked my phone again. No new messages. The last one from him was still that cold, distant “We’ll talk when things calm down.” Things weren’t calming down. They were falling apart. Bria had texted me good morning with a heart emoji and a silly meme, trying to cheer me up. I hadn’t replied yet. I didn’t know what to say. “Hey, the guy I’m in love with might be my half-brother, and he’s ghosting me while pretending to be professional” didn’t fit in a text.

Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ I stared down at my phone again, pulse already moving too fast for someone who hadn’t even opened a message yet. And this time, when the screen lit up with his name, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed it too quickly and opened his message before I could talk myself out of it. Unknown Number: If I were a lesser man, I’d pretend I haven’t been staring at my phone for the last two hours wondering whether you’ve ghosted me or joined a convent. Please confirm you haven’t taken a vow of silence. That would be very inconvenient for my ego.

She passed me a croissant and sat cross-legged on the couch, peering at me like she was a therapist and not the most meddlesome friend a woman could have. “So. You ghosted Jeff?” I sighed, breaking off a piece of flaky bread. “I didn’t ghost him. I just… didn’t respond.” Chelsea chewed for a second before answering. “Demi, that’s literally the definition of ghosting.” I shot her a look. “He didn’t tell me Ethan came to see him. Ethan—the same man who tried to publicly ruin me. That’s not a small detail.” “No, it’s not,” she agreed. “But what was his reason?”

"No, we don't. Actually, we don't ever have to talk. Like... ever... again." Goddammit... "I have some stuff to say. Important stuff." "Such as?" "Can't on the phone. Face 2 Face." He waited for her to text back, in vain. He broke down and called her. She ghosted him. "Can't talk right now. Literally a dozen people around me." "What time will u be home?" "Dunno. Had a few drinks. A friend's driving me home." "When?" "Whenever he feels like it."

What was this crazy force whenever she was near? "This is insane." Ghost muttered, leaving the room with brisk steps. He walked into the kitchen and went to grab a can of beer from the refrigerator. He drank from it just the same time as he texted Scar the address to his apartment. There was no more keeping it a secret. He needed him here to help deal with the mess he got into. "Get me a doctor too." He ended the text and sent it. He tossed the phone on the table but it pinged immediately and he reached for it.

The sender of the text was listed as ‘Home’. … Luca Tybelg inhaled deeply as he stared at the name on his phone. Disappointment flashed in his already forlorn gaze. The woman he called didn’t answer his call. Then, he left the study room and went to the living room. His pace came to a stop when he spotted somebody there.

I was bound to Grayson, like a ghost shackled to the man who had betrayed me. Grayson returned to the hospital; it was the day Alice was being discharged. He took her back to their small apartment—a place that wasn't our old home. I suppose that was for the best. As much as I had already passed, the thought of those two carrying on in the house we once shared would have made me sick enough to gag. That evening, Alice prepared a candlelit dinner. Meanwhile, Grayson watched her with hollow eyes as she fiddled with her phone. She sent a message to my phone, and—just as expected—she got a reply.