I Love Getting Sweet Messages Novels & Stories

The message notification from Robert stared back at me, and I eagerly tapped on it. The message was filled with stickers of "Call me" plastered all over. I couldn't help but giggle; it was so typical of Robert to use stickers to make his messages more urgent and playful. He knew it would make me call him immediately. Each sticker was a different bright color, some with exaggerated hand gestures pointing to the phone icon, others with animated characters jumping up and down. It was a lighthearted touch that momentarily lifted the weight of the morning off my shoulders.

I was no sweetheart. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I fished it out to see a new message notification. As I unlocked the screen, I saw that it was from Snuggle. "It is rude to ignore a message." It said. There was more. A task. “Sometimes, all it takes is one small task to bring clarity to hazy feelings. Kissing someone can show you a side of them you never knew existed. It can either confirm your doubts or illuminate the depths of your love. Kiss your wife.”

The content of the first message has a first single sentence asking her if she got home, and the content of the second message has a first sentence bearing just three words written in all capital letters: I AM SORRY. I tear my eyes away from the screen, not even trying to check out the third message. The emoji hearts and the messages all feel too personal, and I feel like I am invading something really private. The messages are all pop ups on her screen, and I could not see the entire body of the messages. Somehow, I feel relieved that I did not read everything. And those two heart emojis? Which contact is even that precious to her to have been saved like that in her phone?

She charged her phone it by plugging it in. Notification after notification began to ping as soon as it turned on. Kieran’s SMS were the most noticeable of all the unopened messages. Kieran: [darling, you went to make a surprise for me, according to Lydia. I am so moved that I am at a loss for words] Kieran: [You consistently give so much without expecting anything in return. How could I have earned a wife like you?] Kieran: [I miss you, darling. What will be the surprise this time? I'm eager. Every surprise gift you give me demonstrates your genuine love for me, and it gives me the impression that you are the person in the world who loves me the most]

I paused, then added one final line. “Make it juicy.” My finger hovered over the screen for only a second before I pressed send. The message disappeared into the encrypted channel. I leaned my elbow on the island countertop and wrapped both hands around my mug again. Steam curled upward between my fingers as satisfaction settled warmly inside me. People like Karen believed life rewarded sweetness. They believed smiling enough made consequences disappear. They believed they could take what belonged to others and still be admired for it. I knew better. The world was not kind. It only looked that way from a distance.

I can use this to write down my ideas, take note of my learnings throughout this new journey in my life. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was a message from Samuel: Hope you enjoy the journal. You deserve all the beautiful things. His words, simple yet heartfelt, brought an involuntary smile to my face. Whether it was the warmth of his gesture from earlier or the kindness in his eyes, I couldn't deny the happiness that flooded through me at that moment. It was more than just a message; it was a reminder of his unwavering support and the genuine connection we shared.

I heard a notification sound from my phone and took my phone, it was a message from I*******m, as soon as I opened my I*******m messages I was shocked seeing over hundred DMs from different account, I blinked my eyes to make sure I was seeing right but damn I was not wrong, I checked the picture that I posted and it now has a 210,000 likes, 3000 comments and 600 shared, I almost screamed, now I understand why my I*******m post is trending in school is this what Liam meant when he mentioned my I*******m. I decided to go through my messages one after the other, “Hi pretty you look beautiful, can I get your contact?” “I was almost blinded by your beauty Taylor, I want to be your man and make yo

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

I sigh and sit on the couch because I can’t get my worries away. My phone beeps and I got excited to check who messaged me hoping that it was Duke but it was not him. I received messages from Mark. My buyer; the one that Duke gets jealous with because Mark calls me beautiful that I haven’t heard from him for a long time. Hi! How are you? First message with a smiling emoji on it. I just read the message and ignore it Accept my friend request , please the second message still with a smiling emoji on it and a “begged” Emoji.

- Does he know about this? - We haven't talked about it since we became mates," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. During my lunch break, I check my phone and find several unread messages: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jamy: Hello my angel, good luck for this first day. You finish at what time? I miss you. I love you ❤ -------------------------------------------- Sister: Hi bitch! I hope your going well. I'm bored to death! 😫 -------------------------------------------- Mathis: Hi sweetheart, I wish you