Messenger Novels & Stories

She was wondering if she should delete the message when she heard a beep, making her eyes widen. Wait a minute, Mr. Leon had actually replied! [I rarely use Telegram. I only got back on the app today. I’m glad you liked the rings.] What a coincidence. Did Leon happen to be on Telegram at the moment? She thought her message would have gone unseen.

I was still sleeping, I didn’t even know he had taken a video of it, but my body reacted to his confession of love for me. As I was still checking his I*******m account, I heard a notification sound from my laptop. I checked to see what it was. A notification from my F******k Messenger. Most people knew I hadn’t used my F******k account for a long time. Those close to me wouldn’t message me there. The message was simple. Just a simple ‘Hi’ with a wink emoji. I looked at the name of the sender. It was someone named J.C. I frowned. I didn’t know any J.C. I clicked on the name to check the profile.

Even with this concern, their excitement remained high, and Amy finally had some time to divert her attention elsewhere. But that day, Amy was thoroughly heartbroken. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she opened F******k Messenger to find over 50 messages from 32 people. At first, she was taken aback by the sight, thinking they might be congratulating her on her upcoming wedding. But she was so wrong.

She turned around and went to the living room, turned on her computer, and prepared for the next class. She estimated that the meeting should be over in an hour or two. She was not hungry at all, so she decided to wait for him. After logging on to Facebook, she started preparing the lessons. Suddenly, the Messenger app had a new message. She moved her mouse and clicked on it. Sherman sent her a smiley face. Summer reciprocated with a smiley face and they started chatting. Sherman: Is Mark home at the moment? Summer: He was, but now he is back in the office. Why?

My mind flashes back to the she-wolf i had killed yesterday, then I shake my head, it's not my problem she was an abomination the same with this mutt "What's your name?" "Magmas Diby" "Magmas Diby?" "Yes Magmas after my grandpa and Diby is pronounced as an I, like Deyeby" "Oh, well ok are you hungry Magmas?".

So I also added males to the ad. Some minutes later,I started receiving some notifications on my Mac book, wondering what they were I dropped the plate which I was about using to take some cookies and went to check it. Clicking on the notification bar,I saw replies from the adverts I placed like 30 minutes ago,some were saying they'd been waiting for this day since my mum died and some were just surfing the internet and saw the ad. I send a reply to all of them, that they should come for an interview today by 2,since it was already 12.

She took out her phone as she waited for the food, and saw Ryder's text. R: hey. Ryder here She rolled her eyes. Z: so? R: 4:30 @ Tim Horton's tmrw? Zehra scowled. Z: WTH do u think I am, huh? R: *smh* srsly? dat's not wat I mnt Z: *rolls my eyes* R: keep rollin gurl, but v need 2 talk Z: no R: pls mahn dis is 4 luke Z: wtvr

Marissa mumbled into the receiver. Jade plopped down onto a graffiti-covered bench in front of the building, avoiding a piece of used chewing gum smeared across the wooden planks. There was so much she wanted to say, but she felt like an ass just calling out of the blue and relaying all of her problems onto her. She let out a loud sigh, "I'm sorry to call you so late, but I could use a friend." The words came out only slightly slurred, and Jade hoped she wouldn't notice. Marissa was the only person she could call about this. The only other people she considered to be her friends weren't exactly the type you could bear your heart and soul to without judgment or them giving unsolicited advice.

Cecelia ran to my bedroom door and knocked gently. "Maddie, are you asleep?" I opened the door and asked, "What's up?" "Um… Did you check your WhatsApp messages just now?" "No? Why? Did you text me or something?" I asked, feigning innocence. She gulped in panic and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I just accidentally added you to a Wish coupon group." "I see." I nodded. "I still have to get back to work, so I'll talk to you later."

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.