My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me Novels & Stories

Way cute that if it was back in my days, she'd be a perfect candidate. I hated my thoughts, I haven't talked to my girlfriend for almost three days and already I'm thinking like a player.. "You good?" Susan asked taking me away from my thoughts and I nodded, "yea... I just need to send Maud a message...." She shrugged and sipped on her tea. I went to my bag and took out my phone. I had three missed calls and two messages. I automatically smiled knowing that Kat at least has to be on one of those, I mean it couldn't be one person.

ANNALISE I tapped my chest. Hard. Again. My fingers stung against my ribs, but I needed to feel it. Needed to convince myself I was still here. Alive. Breathing. Annalise. You’re here. You are not dead. The thought should have been comforting. It wasn’t. My hands hovered over my phone. The screen glowed with Allison’s message: Dead. The word sat there, blunt, uncompromising. Dead. And it wasn’t just a warning or a rumor. The message carried certainty.

When you told me that I was the only girl You'd ever want in your life I guess my friends were right~" I smile when I remember seeing the side of Niña that I have never seen before. I just saw those sides of her today because of the man. And I hope that Aj (Niña's boyfriend) won't break her heart. I don't want them to feel the feeling that I felt before... A message suddenly pop out of my phone that is why I immediately read it. The message is from Niña. From Niña: Kkkkkkkkkk! From Niña: Ily. From Niña: HOOOOOY!! From Niña: Are yoy alright? From Niña: ANSWER ME! From Niña: I'M STILL TALKING TO YOU BISH! I just shake my head. Is this one of the effect of having a boyfriend? To Niña: Ngii? Why

“Talking to anyone?” “Not romantically.” “Do women message you?” “All the time.” I stared at him. He almost smiled. “You asked.” “That was a terrible answer.” “It was honest.” “What do you do?” “Most messages are managed by my team. Personal ones are ignored.” “Most?” “Allie.” “I’m asking.” “One former girlfriend messaged after the proposal.” My stomach tightened. “What did she say?” “That she hoped I was well.” “And?” “I said thank you.” “That is all?”

I reached out to grab his neck and tightened my grip. "I'll be back soon. Tomorrow's your checkup day. I'll cancel my work and spend the whole day with you. Don't be angry, honey." Stanley sent me a message, unaware that I was already dead. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. A message came through, written in my usual tone. "If you love Sabrina so much, why bother coming back? I don't need you. Get lost."

We used the Whatssapp to chat during the day, since international calling and texting was ridiculously expensive. Christ, she’d sent me six messages over the last hour. My eyes scanned over them quickly. SMS: I miss you. SMS: Please write when you can. SMS: Where the hell are you? I’m waiting for you! SMS: Detka? ((( SMS: Fine. I’m going to sleep. Fuck you. I rubbed my head with confusion. So I’m not the only one who felt a shift in our friendship.

He wanted to make her afraid and drive her crazy. Late that night, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. The notifications kept coming, making it impossible to sleep. She turned on the bedside lamp and, with heavy eyes, picked up her phone. Her department group chat and several journalist groups were exploding with messages. Each one showed ninety-nine plus unread notifications. She opened the thread. Her fingers froze. Jacob was dead.

she said, reaching for it. I turned the screen toward myself. The conversation was still open. It was a text thread with an unsaved number with no photo. The first message I saw was Daniella’s. I heard Marceline is dead. Is it true? Below it was the reply, timestamped only minutes ago.

User has disconnected service. I try again. And again. And again. Each red notification is another twist of the knife. She… she's really, truly gone. She even got rid of her number. What does that mean? It means she never wants to see me again. It means I'm already dead to her. The call won't even connect. Just a cold, robotic voice: "The number you have dialed is no longer in service..." I collapse onto the floor, holding my head and sobbing.

Dash POV cont… “Ciao?” I muttered staring at the phone. “Ciao’s been trying to reach me? Why... I thought…” “Ask your girlfriend! She sent me over 99 messages in the space of 2 days.” “What a bitch! What did she say?” “I only read the last one though. But of course she wants to know why she can’t reach you personally for the past 6 months.” I scoffed. Didn’t just block her, I removed the Sim and flushed it down the toilet.