Miraculous Texting Stories Novels & Stories

It was a text message from an unknown number. UNKNOWN NUMBER: Get the door. We need to talk. — Christian Gallo. I stared wide-eyed at the message, my whole world pausing. Jesus Christ, I could pass out right now.

For the first time in weeks, I could breathe. I checked my phone. One unread message. It was from Amara and I smiled as I saw her name pop up on my screen. She texted at the right time, when I had gotten rid of the obstacles that stood before us, the obstacles that were threatening to wreck me. Amara: I don’t know what to believe anymore. My heart clenched. I stared at those words like they were a prayer and a wound all at once. But I replied anyway. Me: Then let me show you.

Spill it! I chuckled, the simple act of texting her already lightening my mood. I typed out a quick summary of the day’s chaos, leaving out the more sensitive details about Miracle and Lucas’s punishment. Moments later, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Anna. I answered immediately. “You just couldn’t wait for me to finish texting, could you?” “Of course not!” she exclaimed. “Now, tell me everything—every single juicy detail.” I laughed, settling back against my pillows as I began to recount the events. Anna’s reactions were as dramatic as ever, gasping and groaning at all the right moments.

The subway was no place for video-calling, after all. Following this, Heather texted her and as Myra took note of the bunch of question marks that popped up on her screen, she replied instantly, ‘I can’t talk right now but I’ll call you back in an hour.’ On the other end, Heather shrugged and did not reply to Myra’s text, seeing as the latter couldn’t talk at the moment. She then got down from the bed. Regardless of how cold the weather might be, she still needed a bath before she could jump into bed. She stepped into the tub after running a hot bath and as soon as settled into the hot water, she began to relax.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE Mira I sat in a corner of my room, my heart racing as I stared at the phone in my hands, trembling with fear. I had been calling and calling, yet no one answered. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of my screen, casting shadows that wrapped around me like the haunting thoughts crowding my mind. I took a deep breath. There was still time, just three more minutes. I couldn’t give up now. I’d have to keep trying until someone answered. I gave it another shot. My hands flew across the phone’s screen, sending message after message. “Please,” I typed. "Let them go. We have made them suffer enough. Please.” Still no response. I typed another message, my fingers barely

My phone starts vibrating with notifications and doesn’t stop. Diana’s text arrives first: I am crying and I don’t even know why, I love you so much, you absolute weapon. I read it twice and felt something loosen in my chest. Then my mother, who communicates primarily in one-word messages, sends: Proud. One word, from her, lands like a paragraph. Then a number I don’t recognize, that turns out to be Earl Briggs, who writes only: Thank you for picking up the phone that night. It was the right thing. I should have done it sooner.

The air trembled once—like a heartbeat testing itself. --- Over the next week, odd things began to happen. Dreams spread faster than words. People woke up knowing things they’d never learned: how to heal, how to build, how to sing in languages that didn’t exist. A farmer painted a mural of stars no telescope had seen. A child wrote music that made metal bloom with flowers. None of them remembered doing it. > “Something’s speaking through them,” Adrian said, tracing the pattern. “Or with them,” Mira murmured.

"Sure and Certain. She told me she handed it to him in person. Oh my God, I messed up my whole life big time. I really love this guy you see." Mira hugged her, "shhh, Calme toi. He will come when he...re...reli...Merde! L'anglais est difficile!" Damn! English is tough. "You mean realize?" "Yes! When he realize he miss you." "When will it be? After one year, five years?" Mira shrugged and returned to the okra, "Even tomorrow, qui sait? (Who knows?). With God, all est possible." Hey guyssssss, sorry to announce that, MTS is at its bottom. I'll be uploading the last chapter anytime soon. thank you for reading.

I don't know what this was all about, it made me happy when she smiled the whole night, but a part of me kept on hoping all night that it should be only me she is smiling at and who is making her happy. After my morning routine, I went back to my room to take a quick shower when I noticed the cyan light in my phone going on and off, indicating the arrival of a new message. Opening the message, the towel in my hand slipped when I read the contents of it, "They have already mated and completed the second step, what are you waiting for? Do you want to torture yourself seeing them making love right in front of you? We should've done it earlier, but it isn't too late either. Do the job today. We'

This made him hurt and angry at the same time. He was hurt that she has been suffering silently without anybody to help her. He was angry that she did not trust him enough to tell him her troubles. What he saw was not an ordinary thing. He had never heard of someone's body parts turning transparent nor even heard about it. It was his first time for him such a miracle, or should he call it horror? " I'm sorry." That's all Mira could say as she stifled a sob.