Mystic Messenger Chat Room Times Novels & Stories

SKYLAR I waited at least ten minutes before leaving the restroom, making sure she had enough time to clear the area before making my way back. On my way back to the field I caught sight of Xavier and Tristen hanging off to the side. The look on both of their faces were serious. Approaching them, their conversation died. “What’s going on?” I asked them. “The last event is tomorrow morning, and we are up against Mystic Moon” Xavier rolled his eyes. “Ok, so what’s the big deal?” I asked.

What if she started to think I was busy in my boss's room with him. I picked the phone and paused. Damn it. What was I thinking? Of course Aunt Mira would not think that of me. I shook my head and went on to turn my phone on and checked the message. There were two new messages. *Get well soon, Aria. I just got home now.* sent by 6 PM. That was from Aunt Mira. With a smile, I went ahead to check the second message. *Let's meet and talk, Classic Castle Lounge, 5 PM.* The sender was Caleb, by 9 PM.

Found some mindless show I didn't care about and let it play while I cleaned up my minimal dinner mess. My phone buzzed on the counter. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. Finally, I picked it up. Group text. Ashley had created it sometime ago, everyone on the third floor plus a few others. The chat name was "3rd Floor Chaos" with way too many emojis. Ashley: Game night starting! Common room, now! 🎮🍪 Madison: Ryan's already talking trash. Someone needs to humble him Ryan: You can TRY 😎

<< Let's just find things to occupy ourselves for the time being huh >> I head to my office with Justin to catch up on some paper work, we all decided we may as well keep ourselves busy seeing as we where abandoned by our mates. We got so caught up with work that we hadn't even realized so much time has passed, it's now 1:35 AM and still no sign of our mates... sigh I'm so lonely though I'd never admit that to Justin, that information will bite me in the ass for a long time << why don't we call it a night Jus?>> he checks the time on his watch and nods, as we begin to pack our stuff, we both get a text notification almost at the same time ( We are on our way home, the ladies are high as a ki

"Hello, Ms. Emerson." "Miranda, "Ancient Demons " is holding an opening ceremony at the Grandex Hotel at 1 pm, don't be late" "What? 1 pm? 1 pm today?" "Yes, today." "Ms.Emerson, why didn't you inform me earlier? It's already almost 11:30 am!" “What do you mean I didn't inform you earlier? Aren't I telling you an hour and a half in advance?" "One hour and a half, that isn't even

Just as he was about to step back inside, a red message was blasted on the world channel for all players to see.

"Call me whatever Marley but NEVER EVER a Bitch!" Marley let his tongue wander in the interior of the affected cheek, chuckling and nodding at the same time. "In case you change your mind on hearing me out properly, I'll be waiting for you on Sunday, at the Spyce night club, seven am prompt." She turned her back to go then back to him again.

Leaning forward, I reached for my phone to see what had captured its attention. It was a message! I stared at the curious-looking Mason, and back on my phone before tapping on my inbox. “At 8:46 pm tonight, meet me upstairs, in the VIP at La Rosa Nera,” I quickly glanced at my phone screen, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the message flashing before me. "What in the world is this message about?" I muttered, my mind racing to figure out if I had forgotten an important appointment with someone. But this is a private number and not from my contact.

he nodded, his eyes glassy as he reached up and stroked my hair and I left him to go to my room. He hadn’t realized it but talking about the internet had reminded me, it was a little later than the usual time I would chat with Y0urM1n3, or Sir as I was to now call him. My heart quickened as I climbed the stairs and entered my room, ignoring the mementos of my childhood as I made my way straight over to the P.C. in the corner and turned it on. I changed into my pajamas as it booted up and as soon as I could I opened up the chatroom. Almost immediately before I even noticed who was online, a ding alerted me to a private message.

Unknown number: He’s not alone. She sat up, heart thrumming. The room glowed with the ghost-light of the screen. A second message arrived. You deserve the truth. Riverstone Hotel. 10 p.m. The same hotel as before. Her pulse went wild. She typed Who is this? No reply.