Message Stories Novels & Stories

I bet you already know who was it, ehehehe. PS: If you want to know my other stories as well as Black's story, feel free to tell me your Instagram account or FB so that I can share you the link. Their son's story is not yet out but it will be soon. Thank you for supporting them until now. I LOVE YOU ALL AND THEY ALL LOVE YOU TOO!(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

A message from Jackson. Congratulations.

Charlotte took William's phone, unlocked it, and opened his chat with Tessa. She scrolled up casually. The screen was filled with text, emojis, and one voice message after another. Long and short, every single one marked as read, every one listened to. "You always use the excuse that you don't like listening to voice messages, but you listened to every single one Tessa sent." "But the ones I sent you... you never even opened them." She exited the chat and switched back to their conversation. A quick scroll up revealed a screen full of red dots, like tiny drops of blood.

I told her we would be home in seven days, and that she should bring Hunter back home first. A man with what Hunter had picked up at the hotel would pass it to Vera within a week. I waited. The PI sent more photos of Vera and Hunter in bed. I gritted through the disgust and saved every frame. I opened a streaming account and went live. Because of Vera's New Year's Day broadcast, my face already had attention. The chat flooded in, full of insults. I let it run for ten seconds. Then I started telling the story. "My five-year-old daughter has been physically abused by her own mother. Here's the medical record."

I was just Hazel Sweeney, a woman about to become a mother. In the first month after leaving, Cameron called 37 times and sent over 20 text messages. From the initial "Where have you been?" to later "Hazel, don't make a fuss." Finally... Cameron: [You're alone out there and pregnant. What if something happens? Come back. We'll talk it out.] I did not reply to any of the messages, and then I changed my phone number. As for Winona, I heard she was admitted to the VIP ward arranged by Cameron and was enjoying the best medical resources.

Thanks to all my fans that really supported me throughout the story. Sincerely sometimes I want to give up on Writing story but when I wake up in the morning and log in into F******k my message request are filled with people demanding for the next episode my page messages are those that love the story and that really encourage me to write the story. Expect a new thrilling story very soon Love from your Authoress Ricky💕💕💕

It's called Stories By Menna, hope you join, here is the link:https://www.f******k.com/groups/343882321009167/ sending you love and appreciation.

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."