Message In A Bottle Novels & Stories

Through it, I could see nothing but swirling colours that hurt to look at directly. "Send the message," Jamie said. I typed out the words and converted them into pure energy. A signal that could cross dimensional barriers without being corrupted. We are the inhabitants of Earth. We come in peace. Who are you? The message shot through the window and disappeared into the swirling colours. Then we waited. One hour passed. Then two. Nothing happened. "Maybe they did not receive it," Ross suggested. "Or maybe they do not want to respond," Ryder said. I was about to close the window when it flared bright white. Everyone stepped back.

A barrage of text messages and loan notifications flooded their phone screens in a never-ending manner. "My credit card is maxed out!" "When have I ever borrowed so much money online?" "Who took out an online loan in my name?"

A single text message pushed through. “Missed you at the crosswalk. See you on the ice.”

I closed the message. Went back to work.

"The storm. I mean we have got less than fourty minutes. The weather is getting really bad. We have better get moving, or we are comatosed." "Come over. There's is something here will need help with." Luna quickly called him over. With one pull the cabinet jerked open, dozens of transparent bottles poured out, forming a hill of bottles. "The fucked happened?" Jeff questioned at the sudden crash, his footsteps stopped when his eyes landed on the bottles. "Is that what I think it is?" "Isn't it pirate treasure map bottles?" Wei who had also ran in after the crash said. "You know, the bottle where they store their treasure map." He explained further when Ten popped a brow.

And the message read: "Game on."

he asked casually. “I tried to send a message to the two alphas last night. I’m not sure if it works, but if it does, I can send the rest of the story about me and our bond,” I responded. His face darkened. " Are you sure it’s safe? What if Lilith and Baltazar intercepted your message?” “I don’t think so. Even if it does, I only introduced myself last night, nothing crucial.” “How did you send the message?” “Dream Incubation!”

Through the glass of mine and Skyr’s helmet, I could just see the merging of his brows as he said it. “How about we send messages in a bottle?” Byron suggested. From the low static from the coms, I could just guess that the others were rolling their eyes at him and groaning at his ridiculous idea. “At this point, I don't even want to argue with him about buoyancy,” Skyr mumbled next to me before turning in my direction. “Let's go, Nathalia. Let's go.” Skyr and I started to pick up the pace. I stayed as close to Skyr as I could because he was the only one with the map.

A message from an unknown number. You should have drunk it yourself. Next time, I won’t miss.

With a casual wave, they turned and left. I placed the music box back on the table. Then, I picked up the non-profit organization documents and the suitcase I had packed long ago and walked toward the door. Just as I reached it, I received a voice message from Giovanni. "Chichi, Luigi and I have prepared a new surprise for you in a few days. You'll love it." I smiled, thinking, "Giovanni, haven't you given me enough surprises already?" Before boarding the plane, I sent him everything—photos of Maria's pregnancy report, screenshots of her social media posts, and the medical report proving that my dyslexia had been cured.