Ghosting Txt Novels & Stories

The speed at which Esra got there. And now, I'm bored again. Unknown Number: Hey! There is a ghost on your side. Me: Oh? Ghost your face! Do you like to be a ghost? I told you not to text, did I? You waste my time. Unknown Number: If I wasted your time, why are you replying to me anyway? Me: Bored. Unknown Number: Hope all bored. : D Me: You know your passion for emoticons. Unknown Number: For more feelings.

Perched on the stool with a bowl of ice cream before me, I pulled out my phone and texted Daniel who I noticed is avoiding me; he rarely answers my call. :- Hi. I am checking in to know if you’re still breathing since you’ve decided to ghost me. The message ticked sent with one check, it turned double, then turned blue but he never responded. Scoffing, I dialed his number but like always, he directed me to his voicemail. Incensed, I dropped the phone on the marble counter and continued scooping ice cream into my mouth.

Every proposal she brushed off. Each one stabbed a little deeper. She finally got it—how rare his love was. And she'd wrecked it herself. Now he was gone for real, and she couldn't reach him. Regret hit hard. She wanted to fix it, but it was too late. She texted him again and again. Nothing. No reply. No sign. Just silence. That's when it sank in. Hedley was done. He didn't love her anymore.

Maybe because it reminded me that nobody in this house was as uncomplicated as I wanted them to be. Especially not me. Zade noticed, of course. He always did. The texts started pouring in the very next day. Zade: You okay? Zade: Did I say something weird? Zade: You’ve been ghosting me. What’s up, B? I ignored them. Every single one. Not because I wanted to be cruel, I genuinely didn’t know what to say because "Hey, sorry I saw your secret p**n stash of Venita in sketch form and now I can’t look you in the eye" didn’t exactly roll off the tongue easily.

But I ignored both, deciding to do things in order. “Why did you go silent on me?” I accused. Her hands were already coming towards me, but they immediately returned to her sides. Casting me a confused glance, she said, “What? I didn’t. I sent you a text and you didn’t reply. You’re the one who went silent on me. You ghosted me for days, Derrick.” “Hi? Really?” I asked, referring to the text that she had sent. “After everything, all you could say was ‘hi’?”

“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it.

She bit off one of the strawberries, a little of the juice dribbling down her chin. Marco wanted to lick it off, paint her lips with the cream and make her lick that off his mouth after he finished kissing her. If things weren't complicated, if this were just a weekend hookup he would. But it wasn't. As she was reminding him. "No, but there's not much cell reception out here." He pulled out his phone and held it up. There was the tiniest bit of signal-and a text. He clicked it and scrolled through Ghost's dry details.

For years, I'd heard nothing from him, and I'd finally accepted that he was gone for good. But then, out of the blue, he texted me. The message had been brief, casual even, but it had stirred up a storm of emotions within me. He wanted to meet up, to catch up on old times, and a part of me was tempted to agree. Not because I still had feelings for him, but because I desperately wanted to know why he'd ghosted me. Why he'd disappeared without a word, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.

I ask, looking over my shoulder at the empty open door. “Artemis and I have been texting the whole time he has been gone. I know you have probably been texting him, too. But…this is the first time he has reached out first and I think I said something stupid and now he isn’t responding and I don’t know what to do.” She spews the words so fast I can barely keep up, but when I process them, my heart falls. He truly is ghosting me. “Okay…well what did you say?” I ask, my chest aching and tears threatening my eyes.

When they’d said good night, Charlie concluded that he was too shy to ask in person so she awaited his text. His last text was ; “Hope you got home safe.” To which she replied - “yes I did, thanks for an amazing night.” He left her on read and had not texted or called since then. Mr. Black had ghosted her. Charlie felt a flush of anger. She stood up from her chair and paced around her room for a few minutes till she came to a stop in front of the brown wall clock. She looked up at it and began airing her grievances to it.