Messenger Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Got an issue with that?" "No way! Why would I?" Ronald backpedaled quickly. "I mean, Messenger's all about keeping in touch, right, Mr. Hoffman? Don't you want to add a few more people?" "Such as?" "Like Mr. Lennon, Mr. Smith, or even me." Ronald gestured to himself with a grin. "Come on, Mr. Hoffman. These smartphone apps are super handy, right? Staying connected is a breeze. Plus, if you ever ping me on Messenger, you'll get an instant reply, I promise."

Let's meet in the next update guys xoxo

--- FROM : Winston Nash Ravalez Labas ka na. --- TO: Winston Nash Ravalez Nagpapatulog pa ako sa pinsan ko. --- FROM : Winston Nash Ravalez Just tell me if you're done. --- Hindi na ako nag-reply pa. Palagi kong chini-check si Dandan kung natutulog na ba ito. Muntik na nga akong makaidlip kung hindi ko lang napigilan ang sarili ko. Tumunog ulit ang Messenger. --- FROM : Winston Nash Ravalez

Just great. I open the app to check the message. “Can you come to my room? Need to talk. Just us.”

Warm regards, Michy Himyz ;)

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

He pulled out his phone, opened an app, and turned the screen to me. An encrypted messaging platform. Dark blue icon with a white padlock. "Download this," he said. "My contact's already in it." I looked at the icon. Didn't move. "Why can't we use a normal messaging app?" "Because normal apps aren't secure." His tone was matter-of-fact. "This one runs on Swiss servers. End-to-end encryption. Messages self-destruct. No third party can intercept." I paused, then almost laughed. "Are we some kind of underground operation?"

She was a menace when it came to smothering her children. "Mama—" I heard the message tone of my phone, and immediately my cock shot his ugly head up. That tone was the very distinct sound of my F******k messenger app, which I installed right after Vanessa left that morning. Completely forgetting what I was about to say, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and swiped the screen. Here was the part where my cock would be doing backflips if he had been detached from my body…because there was that little pop-up head of Vanessa's beautiful face, right there at the side of the screen.

One she hadn’t visited in a long time. Curiosity won. She checked the online list. Pressure. A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it. She typed. ShyPus: Heyy, Pressure. The reply came fast. Pressure: Oh wow. Look who decided to text me. Chelle took another sip of brandy, eyes flicking back to the screen. ShyPus: Yeah, yeah. It’s me. Pressure: After our last convo? That one was weird as fuck. Her fingers paused. Then—

I urged calmly. "There is a messenger app that I can't get into. I can see that there is a new message notification but unless I get into the app, I cannot see who it is from and what it says. I believe this is the app that your father has been using for his side quests." He added the last part sarcastically. "So, you cannot do it, period? Or it is going to take you longer than normal?" I asked, just to be clear.