Maybe Meant To Be Read Online Novels & Stories

When I first saw the barrage, I was a bit dazed. Standing outside the basketball court, I looked at the scrolling comments in the air. Slowly, the pieces started to fall into place. According to the messages, I was nothing more than a minor supporting character in a campus romance novel, and my online chat partner, Jedediah Merritt, was the male lead. I looked down at the love letter in my hands. It all made sense now. No wonder his replies to my messages had been so slow and indifferent these past few days, with hints of irritation. He had mixed me up with someone else from the start, thinking I was the female lead, Georgia Roberts.

In a mobile age like these days, not even a message, what company would send a real physical paper coupon like this to a home address on purpose. However, at that moment, there was a strange intuition that brushed past her brain strongly. Si-on turned on the power of the desktop computer placed on one side of the living room as if possessed by something. Along with a light mechanical sound of 'Whoosh―', light came into the monitor. And with trembling hands, she grabbed the mouse. She nervously double-clicked the icon of the online game that Mu-hyul often used to log in to whenever he cleared his head while working in the past.

Ryan couldn't concentrate. The mysterious text message had occupied his thoughts since morning. Every time he reached for his phone, he found himself reading the message again. We need to talk. Meet me at Bayside Park at 6:00 p.m. Come alone. There was no name. No explanation. Just those few unsettling words. Throughout the day, Ryan tried to convince himself it was a prank, but the feeling in his chest refused to disappear. Someone wanted to meet him. Someone who clearly knew enough to make him uneasy.

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--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

I don't have to give the files back. I can simply deny ever finding them.

And the message read: "Game on."

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.