He Never Texts Me First Novels & Stories

I ask. “For a simple phone or text conversation? Yes.” She says, like it’s no big deal, walking over to her chair to pick up her mug, and goes inside. I look up to the sky and sigh. Maybe she’s right. It’s no big deal, and I want to know what she means by him not doing well. I unlock the phone and tap his contact, shocked when I see all the texts he’s been sending. I do a quick scroll and see that he’s been doing this every day, multiple times.

The only person who knows my address is Lev, and I plan on keeping it that way. I text Noah back quickly, even though I know I should wait. Everyone in the world will tell you to wait at least a few minutes, if not an hour or more before texting your ex if they’re bugging you, but we haven’t talked in almost a month. Having him text me first feels like winning. My thumbs fly over the keyboard. That’s all he gets. Just one word, and I’m back to painting. I pick up my brush and resume where I left off.

She glanced at her phone and wondered why he is not texting her. "He hasn't annoyed me ever since we texted a while ago at lunch." She tapped the screen of the phone continuously. She sighs. "Not a text. Not a call." She mutters, and still tapping the phone's screen. “I wonder what happened to that guy. I don’t want to make the first move. Well… I already did sent him a text but still he didn’t answer me. She decided to ignore her thoughts and continued studying her lessons because her education was much more important than this unknown man. After a while, she stops again from studying and started playing with Button while she keeps glancing at the phone over her table.

she almost yelled. “Because I wanted to,” I muttered, hugging my knees. My voice cracked. “Why is he texting me now? I’ve been with you all day, since morning, and he hasn’t called me. Not once. Not even a text. And now... now the night is almost here, darkness everywhere, his mate has probably gone back. And suddenly, he remembers me? He texts! Texts! He couldn’t even pick up his phone to call!” Nyra’s face softened, pity touching her eyes. She sank beside me and held my hand. “Oh, Lena… stop doing this to yourself. You have to believe him. He promised you… He’s busy, maybe. He might not have had the chance before.”

Texting him back would only complicate things for her. ******************** Five days has passed. More messages came from the alpha. He told her how he has been doing since she left. He sent her jokes that was meant to crack her up. He sent her funny stories an old Gamma in the pack has shared with him. He filled her in about his job at the pack. He dropped messages each day but never made an attempt to call her. Meagan never responded to any of those text messages. His messages only piled up on W******p and inbox but she never acknowledge them.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart already pounding, like it was bracing itself for impact. Frank hadn’t texted. That shouldn’t have mattered. It did. We weren’t a normal couple. We didn’t have good mornings and good nights like other people. We didn’t have rules. We didn’t have labels that felt safe. We were fire and glass and bad decisions wrapped in stolen kisses and unsaid truths. Still… he always texted. Even if it was something stupid. Even if it was just You alive? or Don’t skip breakfast, Glasses. Nothing. I rolled onto my side and grabbed my phone again, like maybe I’d missed it the first five times I checked. My screen stayed empty. No new notifications. No missed calls.

I should see what he wants to say. I open the message. It says, "Good night. Have a lovely dream. I hope you won't stress yourself because of me" I casually appreciate the message and leave the phone without replying. This is the first time he texted me in simple words. He is not gonna give up, still trying to find new ways. I lie down on the bed and doze off. *

"Yeah. Just not looking forward to cow poop." She chuckled. "Text me while you're there, okay? Since you're not going to be around I think I'll go home too." "That's great babes." I responded and turned away before she could see my eyes. The next day, I met Nathan at a cafe. He was late, as usual. When he finally walked in, he didn’t say hi. "Why aren’t you returning my texts?" He asked, his jaw clenching. "I was tired. I turned off my phone."

Back home where I would sit in my condo by myself and have no one to talk to. It was after five when Trent finally texted me. I had sent him one earlier, and his message back had been kind of short. I assumed he was busy and left him alone. I knew it was bound to happen. We’d probably text for a week or two, and then eventually, the texts would just stop. I would be out of sight and out of mind. He would be moving on to the next woman staying in his hotel. Unpacked? His first message read. Nope. Not all the way. I got tired and bored unpacking.

"She said she moved on and it's already in the past." "Dude you're happy right?" "Of course it means I have a chance." "Crazy man." "Shut up! Just wait you see, you will experience this in the future." I told him and he laugh "Just you see." I added "Whatever dude." He chuckled after that he hang up. i looked at my text to Evelyn, she just read it. I swear she's the first girl that never replied my text when I text. I remembered when I text her for the first five times. She doesn't even reply it, she only read it.