Messenger Novels & Stories

I say to him now finishing my glass of water. Tristan sent me a series of text messages earlier today. After the first one he'd sent, he'd followed up with about ten more texts. He even sent me an 'SOS', which we only used to use whenever one of us was in an emergency and needed the other. So you can imagine how fast I got to him. When I got to his house I found him laying drunk on his couch with a bunch of empty bottles of alcohol surrounding him. He was a mess. I had him cleaned up, picked up all the bottles then just now fixed him something to eat.

I muttered with a little amazement. I then immediately contacted Ezra via chat that I saw he was online, ["Hi, how are you?"] Not long after, an incoming message notification sounded. I know he will reply to me quickly. ["Hi, long time no see. I'm very nice, how are you Jeanne?"]

His heart rate was climbing panic but the sound of the television stiffened him back to reality. There was light. His phone was charging. 32%. He powered it on, swiftly opening F******k Messenger. He has been off for hours; surely babe must have dropped hundreds of worried text messages, probably attaching angry emojis to hide her panic as usual. The excitement of watching her messages pop up never got old. The messenger opened and... Strange. He clicked her chat head. But the last text there was his, and it has not been delivered. This has never happened before. Maybe it was the network over there, he thought. However, the netw

The second one I opened was the messenger, and there was still not much chats, he was just a boy, and his mate was osipital, there was a woman but the elderly and the others I named the reunion lately. Maybe he already deleted the messages, Remon was a clean work, because the man would not be late, and even if they were caught they would be denied and still. I hissed and put down his phone, but I remembered the archives and spam messages. When I opened it, there were women, the face of a beautiful woman, she only saw the messages, no reply. There are latest messages, saying that he is such a stuck and they are straight to the point, inviting Reme.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Tapping on the first notification, Snarlchat opens and I smile as I see his first message. Uriel: Hey werebear. Uriel: That was my stupid way of trying to make you remember me. Uriel: Why can’t I unsend messages here? Uriel: You would think Snarlchat would understand that sometimes, we need to texts. Uriel: Can I get my messages to disappear after I send them like the Snarls do? Uriel: Let me try again. Uriel: Hey! I was thinking about you. Uriel: LAME. That’s how that sounded. Let me try one more time.

Tehilla slowly chewed and ate her food like a proper young lady and she finished her food before asking, "Linux, do you have Messenger?" "Messenger? What's that?" Linux replied. Giggling, Tehilla chirped, "It's a messaging app we use here in Taadi and it's very popular. If you're going to be working here, you should d******d it." "Oh!" Linux responded. The atmosphere was just right. Tehilla had taken the opportunity to ask for Linux' number, and so he gave her his assistant's number. While the other girls wanted to be close to Linux, they knew where their place was and that they were not qualified.

He sauntered to the small cubicle at the left corner of the room and flipped the laptop on the desk open. "No one is hard to find," he smirked, smugly satisfied with the intelligent idea. While holding his breath, he punched her name on the search bar on iMessenger, a social media app developed for instant messaging. It was the next thing to air in Empire City. "It's only a matter of stable Internet connection and an electronic device." Nil. The search brought nothing up about Avery Sallow. "You've got to be kidding me!" He inclined forward, pushing his face into the screen. "She's not on iMessenger? What kind of human is she?!"

There were two notifications that immediately appeared. ‘Jax_Hemmings sent you a message.’ ‘Jax_Hemmings posted a photo.’ She clicked on the message, and she immediately saw Jax’s message, which was a pic. It was a photo of the bright moon, and Jax left a message below. ‘The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?’

Growing tense, I click on the message and read it. Hello Dev, how has your day been? Well, mine has been good. Did you see the posts, we certainly look good together. By the way, I met your mother earlier this week! She's such an amazing person. She invited me to her birthday party. Would you be coming? I'd love for us to talk more. Have a good night!