Monthsary Message Novels & Stories

It'd be a sin not to drain his bank account until it's as dry as a desert. [Death God - Rea]: Sweetie, a voice call is a luxury service. 15 credits for ten minutes, 33 for thirty...but for a premium VIP like you, I highly recommend the Monthly Subscription. The notification pings almost before I finish reading my own text. [System: Payment Received] I stare at the string of zeros, nearly bolting upright on Arlo's mattress. [Death God—Rea]: Monthly service starts now. As a bonus, you get to specify my tone and the topic of our chats. ^^

Another message from River. (God, I really miss you!) *** 230324, Anne Joyce

After the conversation I had with Carlos, I decided to read my emails that had accumulated in the last 20 days: Mother: Longing for you DATE: 01/02/2011 Valeria's sister: How is it? DATE: 20/01/2011 Filomena: African Miss DATE:19/01/2011 Mr.X: I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!! DATE: 15/01/2011 Mr.X: Where are you? DATE: 14/01/2011

It's just for this month. thank you for being understanding like always. Love you.

He was so handsome. —— Alright, today's update is over, tomorrow's update is about 10 o'clock. Everyone waits, don't worry,, if you feel good, just send me a few monthly tickets.

A message from Jackson. Congratulations.

Alpha Dave took out a book containing his work schedule for the month. "Ah, my work schedule this month is so busy," Alpha Dave grumbled while sighing at the end. Resignedly, Dave looked at his stack of work schedules. In addition to helping his employees select quality corn for export out of town, there will be a monthly Blood Moon pack audit this month. If his work schedule was this busy, Alpha Dave needed help finding out who sent the mysterious message last night. Though Alpha Dave already felt very curious. "I have to cancel my intention to find out. Do I have to postpone it until next month?" Alpha Dave asked himself, wondering.

Two years ago – Friday 20 March 2024 Nash Mason was still staring at the date. February 29th. Leap Day. He rubbed a hand over his face. "Jesus, Nash." Neither of us spoke. I couldn't. The sick feeling in my stomach kept growing. Every time I thought I'd reached the bottom of the hole I'd dug, the report found a way to make it deeper. Then Mason shook his head. "It looks like February isn't a good month for your girl." My eyes lifted. The teasing was gone. Completely gone. For the first time since he'd walked into my office, he looked genuinely disturbed.

Wind in my hair, Deftones in my ears, gold sparks trailing faintly from my wheels on the pavement. The sunrise is coming. But right now, these small sparks feel pretty damn good. **Interlude – Late Night Messages** **August 2031 – Wednesday night, 10:47 p.m.** My phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen lighting up the dark room with a soft blue glow. Deftones is still playing low through my headphones, but I pull one out when I see the notification. **F******k Messenger** **Mia Wolfsong** New message

Slowly smiling. --- Work is work. Meetings. Emails. Deadlines. The usual chaos. But every time my phone buzzes, my heart jumps. Haruto: Missing you already. Marcus: Tonight? The rooftop. Just us. Julian: Hope your day is bearable. Thinking of you. I reply to all of them. Short messages. Honest ones. Me: Missing you too. Me: Tonight sounds perfect. Me: Thinking of you too. Sadie catches me smiling at my phone during lunch.