My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me Novels & Stories

I glared at him. "Let me see the so-called message." "Yeah, you'll see." I clicked on my phone messages but the message wasn't there anymore. "Uh…" I started scrolling to the bottom of all messages but it was nowhere to be found. I used the search button to search for the message, still nothing. "Where is it?" He took the phone from me. "All I can see here are messages from your ex-boyfriends." He teased. "This isn't a joke at all." I slapped his shoulder. "I swear there was a threatening message just a while ago." I was drowning in serious perplexion. How could the message delete on its own?

I lied smoothly after taking not too long to reply and think of a lie. “Well, okay then. But promise me you’d come to my dream and make love with me,” I open my mouth awed, I mean this guy need a serious help. How can u believe a dead is calling u and talking to u on a phone, then u asking a dead guy to come make love with u in your dream. I start hearing little little moans, what’s going on? I end the call and made to go in.

She only glanced at the notification for a moment without bothering to read the message before scrolling downwards. The next one was a message from a number saved as Bestie. It was from her best friend, Ivy. Hailey clicked on it and read the contents. The message read thus; Bestie: I heard the news that the Old Madam is dead. Is it true? If it is, then you’re getting divorced, right?

She told me that’s the way to contact her. I am calling her phone but no one’s answering. I sighed, then got up and sat again on the couch. She might be spending the night with her real boyfriend. My system displayed again that my girlfriend is probably happy. I should be happy for her. I can’t sleep or recharge. I don’t know. I miss you, my girlfriend. I said while staring at my phone screen. The next day, in the morning: Mukgu’s POV:

I was discovering that the woman who loved her husband, the woman who liked touching him and teasing him, wasn't dead. She was still right here. Before I could say a word, my phone buzzed in my lap. I looked down. An unlisted number. My stomach dropped. I already knew who it was. I opened the message. “Did you enjoy pretending to be his wife tonight?”

Grant pov We lost our pup and that will destroy us. My cell dinged and I pulled it out blowing out a frustrated breath. Opening my text app I growled as a text popped up. What the fuck it was Sandy she did this all of this. She killed my pup and my mate is hanging on by a thread. I don't know what to do so I sit staring at Lily feeling awful she isn't awake to talk to me. I want to kiss her sweet mouth while she hugs me and lays on my chest. The message makes me growl in anger. Choose wisely mate cause I always get what I want. Kiss Lily for me.

Her husband answered, “Nickie, I bought the house in Baguio after her passing. So it looks like she knows about it too. You weren’t the only one she called. She even contacted her mahjong playing friends and she even asked them when they were going to play again. You’re lucky you even got a call from her. I waited for her, but she hasn’t even contacted me.” I was really shocked and stunned realizing that my best friend had been dead for a month during the time when she called me on the phone. That time, all my courage left my body. For two months, I didn’t dare answer any calls on the landline even though it was beside me, because I did tell her to call me again. She didn’t call me anymore,

' after she texted him, she checked on her items, instantly a message popped. 'Oh My God! You're alive!' 'Wow! This is the best way to greet someone (eye roll emoji)' 'You vanished like you never existed past years, any sane human would think that, God called you back. I even mourned on your death. Say, where have you been all this long?' 'A ha! So why are you still married to me, if you were, so sure about my death?' 'For, our relationship.' 'What if I was really dead? Would you still be married to me or divorce me?'

I mutter as I take out my phone to start composing a message for my bestie. “I think you must have forgotten that you have a best friend, so here I am to remind you that you have a best friend that is freaking out because the wedding she has been dreading since morning, finally happened and now she has no choice but to wait in the car for her husband all alone while he finishes everything he had to do before he has me delivered so his house where the same woman that had me killed on my past life lives,” I text my bestie who seems to have momentarily forgotten about my existence, to give her an overview of what is going on instead of assuming that she knows.

I frown when it goes straight to voicemail. So I send her a text. Me: ‘Hey, How was dinner? I’ve been trying to reach you. Let me know if you made it back home safe.’ A few minutes later, a message pops up on my screen. Official Girlfriend: ‘I’m sorry I missed your call. I’m really tired, I need to get some sleep. I will call you tomorrow after breakfast. Good night.’ The message feels off, but I cannot pinpoint it. Am I smothering her with too many calls and messages? Confused as hell, I simply reply.