Msg Funny Novels & Stories

-How about we hang out some time like old friends. Aiden: Old friends? -Well friends. Aiden: It is only been two months since you left, Tiffy. -Guess I've got a glitch in my head. Aiden: Right, tonight at lé mongás cafe, just down the streets. -Cool. I buried my head into my pillow and another message popped in. It was a group chat; -The Morafuckers- What in the- Above it was a notification; Allen added You, Asshole, Ciara, and Isaac.

"Wow, Hopie will b mie mummy too," James's words had my heart pounding hard in my ears and chest, and it was pounding in my skull. Mummy? "Enough James now go with your mummy. You haven't had your breakfast," exclaimed Xavier in a stern tone. "Okay, daddy," Said now more than contained James. James then turns to me "Bye Bye Hopie. We online taalk okay?" Both dad, I even Sandra chuckled at this cutie, words. Kids these days. I mummer a small okay before pressing my lips against that big fat cheek. He let out heartwarming giggles.

Grabbing my phone, I frowned when I saw a text from the devil itself, "CconviNCceee mnhy daaasd tob lkjrseasve." I believe that means Convince my dad to leave. Wow, he's good in typing messages without looking at it properly. SARCASM. I smiled, then said out loud, "What if I don't?" He smirked while Tan looked confused, "What if you don't?" Tan asked. Vibrate. CFRRAXZZXDFYYHGDAATTER. Crazy Hater. Fine.

"Craig" "Alright, Craig. I want you to go to your boss and tell him that I said Fuck him! Fuck him with a burning stick up his anus." Craig's eyes widen with horror. "And tell him that if he sacks you, these 'gifts', I said using air quotes. "...is going to the trash." I watched the man as he took his leave and ... Was he crying? I'd cry too if I were in his shoes. Cameron entered the office like he always did... Without knocking. "We're going clubbing tonight gurl! Me, you, and Jenny."

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ignoring several notifications to open my F******k. My friends had posted sequences of photos of us and several stories. Luckily in all of them I was very presentable and nothing changed by alcohol, and there were many complimentary comments. Among the people who liked the photos was Flynn, and he also commented on an emoticon with heart. Immediately I closed the application and entered W******p, where the last message had been from him wishing me a good fun. Entering the application, my vision was cloudy and patchy trembling, even so, I ended up typing:

He replied. This time, I ensured that he didn’t remember me. So I baldly sent a picture of mine and waited anxiously. 「Wanna F?」I added. We were accustomed to use F to stand for Fuck. That was the popular style I learned from my cousin Karen, who was one of my Ex-boyfriend Fletcher’s friends of benefits. 「Hmm.」He only replied such a confusing message first, but then another message followed, 「Pretty hot, but sorry I don’t fuck my nephew’s girl.:)」He even sent me an emoji of a smiling face.

I typed, my heart racing with anticipation as I hit send. A blue tick appeared, signaling that my message had been read. Before long, a reply illuminated the screen. “You alive, fluffball?” The response brought a smile to my face, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. Oh, how I missed him! “Yes, still alive, Jared,” I replied, adding a rolled eyes emoji for good measure. “Too bad, now I have to start annoying u again,” his message followed swiftly.

Connor sighed, then violently hit the door, scaring the living daylights out of me. "We don't have much time if they were serious about the ten minutes thing, so I guess we should start talking." I shrugged, "Chances are, if I say one thing, we'll end up arguing." He shrugged as well, "Then I guess we just argue it out." I rubbed my face with my hand, "Fine, then let's start with why the hell would you do that in English?" He let out a sarcastic laugh, "Do what, prove my point?"