Jerk Chat Novels & Stories

Jerk, 9:10am: Are you so shit scared you can't rear your ugly head or even reply my messages? Ugly head? Not me. Somehow, the words bit me down a bit. It's not like I wanted a jerk like him to find me attractive, but him seeing me as something far from beautiful wasn't going to help my pride or morale. I sent a rolling eyes emoji. Good Grace, 10:18am: Tomorrow, dude.

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

His voice was annoying, anyway. Before we leave, I pick up Chuck’s cell phone and open up a tab in the Dark Web’s app for message boards. Right on top of the list is a message board for the Marching Tides, which requires a password to access it but—of course—Chuck saved the password in his keychain. Idiot.

Jeremy scratched the back of his head asking with a shyly blush for the first time in his life. “Are you okay? I… I mean sure, but please do not call me freely.” Confused by his series of weird statement and actions, she wasn’t quite sure what to do or think. Truly, anyone with eyes could easily guess from their interaction what was happening, well anyone else that wasn’t Erika Stevens. To avoid assuming wrong, she would rather ignore subtle signs. “Ummm… give me yours and I’ll create a group chat to discuss important information.” She suggested cluelessly.

"Be careful. I don't want you limping for the wrong reasons." "I'm a junior high coach. I'm used to putting jokers in their place without actually hurting them." Jake turned as the room exploded with warnings and worries. No one was going to hurt Marc. He was soon to be family.

I clicked on the message thread from Jericho on my phone, and pushed reply. ‘I’m out, I'm alive, want me to come back over and update you?’ I asked. I waited until I was already in my car and ready to head over, but he never replied. This was out of character for him. “Jarvis, call Jericho on a secure line.” I said. “Of course, ma’am. I’ve put it on the screen.” He replied.

"I've made some tea for you." "Thank you." As Martha walked away, Chloe looked out the window toward the front garden. Her expression became unreadable. Some choices, once made, could never be undone. Downstairs, Ryan's phone buzzed on the desk beside him. He glanced at the screen. An unknown number. It was a short message from the person. We need to talk. Meet me at Bayside Park at 6:00 p.m. Come alone. Ryan frowned. There was no signature.

I was still sleeping, I didn’t even know he had taken a video of it, but my body reacted to his confession of love for me. As I was still checking his I*******m account, I heard a notification sound from my laptop. I checked to see what it was. A notification from my F******k Messenger. Most people knew I hadn’t used my F******k account for a long time. Those close to me wouldn’t message me there. The message was simple. Just a simple ‘Hi’ with a wink emoji. I looked at the name of the sender. It was someone named J.C. I frowned. I didn’t know any J.C. I clicked on the name to check the profile.

* XK Jc - " Enemy is missing on mid. Be careful, Top or Bottom. The jungle is also nowhere to be seen." XK Ashe - "We know." XK Yang - "Fall back." XK Drunk - "I'm coming! I'm coming!" XK clap1x - "I already used my teleport earlier. I can't back you guys up! D*mn I miss a lot of minions!" Enemy Double Kill. Enemy Triple Kill. Victory! Jc took off his headphone first and said. "Wow! Do you guys play like this? Do you know that i want to sing 'Speechless' by the blue genie right now? I don't know what to say."

Kate rolled her eyes, obviously frustrated. “What’s a jerk?” Jake asked, tilting his head. “It means being rude and stupid,” I answered harshly. I could feel the weight of my anger pressing down on me. “I don’t think he’s being stupid,” Jake said softly, looking right at me. “Maybe he’s just upset. Right?” I wasn’t ready for that kind of sympathy. “Stay out of it, Jake!” I shouted. “You’re not part of this!” “I am part of this! We’re all part of this!” he insisted, standing tall despite his small frame.