Miraculous Texting Stories Novels & Stories

6 Chapter 6 “Oh my God, Marimar!” Heart couldn’t count how many times she swallowed nervously after receiving a text from an unknown sender. Her eyes were wide as she stared at her phone’s screen. She didn’t know if her old Android phone was acting up because the screen was blinking while she read the terrifying message.

How incredible is this? My phone suddenly vibrates back to life on my lap and I pick it up. Three texts from my mum, one from Poppy and two missed calls from my mum. I write them both a quick text to let them know that we made it safely. "It's a miracle that thing still turns on" Rhode mutters as he puts his own phone down and watches me operate mine. I roll my eyes at him.

Txt excited whatever what happened? (( I met my mate in a cafe. Super famous. Already has a boyfriend. )) … … … (( But shell understand. We mite hav boyfriends or girlfriends B 4 meeting R mates but its all over when that happens. )) (( My mate is human )) (( Also super famous. I cant Immy. I dont see how it can work )) … (( Oh Princess )) (( You don’t belive me? )) (( I believe you. It sounds exactly like you. Its yourself you need to believe in. ))

“Fine. You know I’m easy to talk to. Go to the address I’ll send you and make sure you’re not with anyone and you don’t tell anyone else, otherwise you’ll never see Miracle again.” “Ronald?! Ronald?!” He ended the call again. I quickly opened the new picture message that Ronald sent and when I saw it, it was as if all the blood flowing through my body disappeared. Miracle’s picture with a bomb attached. I tried to call Ronald’s phone number but it was immediately out of coverage.

Their chatting was stopped because all of us suddenly received a text message from an unknown number. "If I die, please be happy. I don't want to see anyone cry or be sad. And I want everyone to smile at my funeral or at my grave. I don't want anyone to cry, I want to see all of you smiling in front of my coffin." What Casey read in the text was that they had received all of them. Were staring at each other because what they received was the same message as what Casey read. They all had astonishment on their faces because they didn’t know who was texting this message. While Jasper and Nicole looked at each other because they knew who that text was from.

What kind of God would take an honorable man before he can meet his firstborn child? With the phone unlocked, my eyes scan the screen. Marissa makes up the most of the texts with 279 from her. Amanda is in a close second, but to my surprise there are ten from Rebecca and two from Ben's phone. If Ben's texting me, he can't be that injured.

Mira asked "Your stomach, what happened to it?" Lulu asked wondering why Mira's stomach was as flat as that of a model Mira rubbed her stomach and smiled "it's there but you can't see it" Mira chuckled "Hmm, I don't understand. I'm look right at it" lulu said "Caleb helped me do some magic on it, he has a few gifts. So he casted a spell on my body, no one will know I'm pregnant except I tell them" Mira explained

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

” I have to flip my phone screen-down and fan myself with the order pad, pretending it’s just the sun coming through the windows, while my pulse thuds between my legs and my nipples go tight under my thin work shirt. Tuesday, the big overseas shipment shows up—six heavy crates of those fat, fragrant lilies that turn the whole back room into a steamy greenhouse the second I pop the lids. I’m on my knees sweating, droplets running between my breasts and soaking my jeans, when my phone vibrates against my thigh. ‘Can’t stop picturing my cock in your pussy, begging me to fuck you harder.’ My breath catches so hard I nearly drop the lid. I text back with shaky thumbs ‘See you tonight. I’ll be wai

a female reporter stutters. I ignore her. As I strut toward the entrance of the building, followed by my enforcers, everyone who sees me coming flees, people shut their car doors, and cars zoom off. “Holy shit! Drive, drive,” a man screams. In the building, people freeze, and some face the wall as if they'll disappear into it. It's no ordinary fear. The goddess laid this curse on me that night 684 years ago. I'm doomed to suffer eternally, hated, feared, and avoided by all living things—to be lonely.