Missed Communication Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wonder if my return after dinner had disrupted our usual routine or if something else was amiss. Minutes ticked by, and my message remained unread. The unease within me grew, and I couldn't help but grab my phone again, hoping for a response that would alleviate my growing anxiety. Yet, as I scrolled through my messages, disappointment settled in. There was no indication that Logan had even seen my message.

*** Sorry for missing two updates, but I will update this till Friday to make up! ***

Maybe a text would suffice. “Good morning, Mr. Wright. I am sorry for missing your texts and calls. I just fell into a bad mood. I don’t think I really want to talk right now, so you don’t have to call. I will call you when I am feeling a bit better. Please don’t be mad at me.” Send.

“Oh okay, I haven’t heard from you for days because I’ve been too busy and it’s not like I forgot to call you it’s just that I didn’t want to call when you are already asleep that’s why I decided to give you a call to know how you are doing” “I think I missed your call as well and at the time I saw the missed call I couldn’t call back because it was past midnight” Hayden wanted to be sure that I wasn’t angry at him and that were are good, “It’s fine Hayden, I understand how busy you are these days so I can’t be upset about you not returning my calls” I assured him. “Okay Kaylee, thank you for your understanding” “How is work and are you done with the project that kept you so busy from callin

I decided to call Colin. After that fateful night, we made a deal that no matter what happened, we had to be open to each other. We should avoid misunderstandings that arose from the lack of communication. We were not letting any trivial misunderstanding destroy our bond like I had read so much in novels. The call went through. The robotic beep echoed for 39 seconds. Before I hung up in disappointment, someone picked it up. It wasn't Colin, however, but his colleague who had been working on the same project. His colleague knew about me and told me that Colin left in a hurry half an hour ago. He was in such a rush that he forgot his phone and didn't tell anyone where he was going.

"I want an honest answer." "It was a mistake," he replied. "I can't believe the great Alpha Arnou makes mistake, you aren't perfect after all," I clicked my tongue in a pity. "It isn't right to talk while eating," he suddenly wear his usual cold expression. "You started the conversation," I rolled my eyes. After few minutes we were done and I headed to my room, I checked my call log and there were no missed calls. "How is this possible?" I wondered staring at my phone. Why isn't there a missed call? Doesn't anyone miss me?

Christian said. “It is actually easy to overlook for a time. We are talking weeks. That really isn’t a long time. Sometimes people disappear for months before someone notices. We all have our own lives. Sometimes we are busy, and we don’t see each other as often as we used to. I mean, Henni and I have five kids now. Gabe is busy working. Christian, you have your fitness contract and business. It isn’t like it used to be we were out every Look, call his parents. Call any mutuals we all have. We need to exhaust all the possibilities before I make this call to my department.”

“Alice, you were grinning and told me you had a great time. You guys talked and you were excited about it.” “I was,” Alice's face fell, “but Simon didn’t message me or say anything.” “You are terrible at communication. You took six months to thank him for the cell that you are using and not to mention you have his number too. Why not make the first move.” “Why are we talking about this?” Alice groaned. “Because I’m sensing a disaster.” Megan raised a brow at Alice. “I’m not doing anything,” Alice huffed. “You must decide who you want and not string the other along.”

A single text message pushed through. “Missed you at the crosswalk. See you on the ice.”

“It’s not a failure of the foundation. It’s a failure of communication clarity in the early sessions.” “The outcome is the same.” “The outcome is manageable,” Amara said. “The distinction matters for how we fix it.” James arrived at the office within the hour. Nobody had called him. He’d somehow heard from someone in his network who’d heard from someone in Maria’s network. He walked in, looked at Selene and Amara and said: “Tell me exactly what happened.” They told him. He listened without interrupting. When they finished he was quiet for a moment. “The colleague who misunderstood,” he said. “What’s her name?”