Novel & Cerita My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me

Tia cleared her throat, "don't worry about me, go check on your fiance. I'll be fine okay... and I love you. Stay strong." I hugged her, "thank you for today." And then I went to my office. The second I closed the door to my office I felt hands hovering over me, "thank God you're back safe..." I looked at her confused, "aren't I always? What's wrong baby what happened?" She took out her phone, "I got this before I called you." It was a message from an unsaved mumber. It read.. "Three women in one day, wow, your girlfriend is a very busy person huh.. are you sure you're the only one? I can find out for you and make sure she pays for it... by the way she looks good in her glasses..."

Shirley messaged me, saying she had not gone through with it and that I should return to handle it myself. "But I can’t anymore." I unblocked Felix from my contacts, thinking selfishly that before I died, I wanted to leave him something to remember me by. But my message wouldn’t go through at all. Forget it. "Goodbye. In this life, we’ll never meet again."

I check my phone beside me and I saw a text message. " Stay out of this! I know who are you?", a text came from an anonymous number. I'm confused about myself what to reply. Me: I don't know you and anything you claimed I did! I texted back and I shut down my phone and went back to sleep again. I just recalled that I didn't spend the night in the house. When I peeled my weary eyes to open, I saw a girl, a hook-up girl I didn't know. I freak out when I learned that the girl beside me is already dead.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

The anger and jealousy burning through me was enough to push me to throw the phone across the room. But what would that change? He would still be with her and I would still die of a broken heart. The tablet dinged with another notification. “I swear if this is another lovey-dovey video, I might as well smash this thing against the wall,” I gritted, clicking the power button. I clicked on the notification but it was a post, just a new message. I frowned, wondering who could be in my DM. As I opened it, I gasped at the long line of unanswered messages. Almost ten thousand plus messages.

After all, a dead person can't certainly use their phone. Backing away from the bed, I continued staring at the notification, unsure of what to say or do. I wanted to see the message but I didn't want my hopes that she survived be crushed by some random texter who's probably texting the wrong number. I took long drags of air in a fit to relax my mind, but it was futile. I couldn't stop thinking about her. With a pinch on the bridge of my nose, I tapped on the message notification. My eyes widened as I stared at the message.

The universe's timing was spectacularly cruel. My phone rang again. I looked at it without picking it up. It wasn't a saved number. it was probably the hospital. Or Isabelle calling back. Or someone who wanted me to confirm that yes, Ronan Thorne was dead, and yes, I was the girlfriend who'd spent the last four days being difficult instead of loving him. Ex-girlfriend, I'd called myself. As recently as yesterday. The word tasted like poison now. The phone stopped ringing. Started again immediately. I grabbed it, ready to scream at whoever was on the other end.

The little blonde couldn't contain herself and ran to the door, a sob ripping from her, screaming unintelligible sounds of loss. "Cassie, don't," Felicia cried out, falling behind her friend, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders as Cassie hit her knees. "Please, Felicia, I can't let them take him, please! " " Okay, we'll go ..we'll follow them ." Felicia was fighting her tears; how would she tell her husband that his big brother was dead?

I'll find another way' I made to close our chat window when a new message popped in immediately, 'Wait! Another followed, 'Sofia, is it truly you? I thought you were dead, tell me something to believe it's Soffy' I scoffed and typed out speedily, 'I'm truly dead, I just came back to ask for one request... Delete my browser history. I got some traumatizing porn content'

“Thank you.” The team packed everything they had brought and quietly left the way they had come. Within minutes, the house was silent again. I returned to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I switched on the device. The cameras came alive one after another. I smiled. “Can't wait for tomorrow, I have a special gift for you my dear husband”