Mystic Messenger Username Ideas Novels & Stories

“Just do it. For anything important, I’ve used the same email since I was a kid. No one has hacked it yet. If I filed this, it would be under that email.” “Don’t tell me you’re talking about your stupid…” “Yup.” I cut him off. “Yes, I am.” Mason clicked log in at the top right corner and dramatically rolled his eyes before clicking forgot password and typing in Slapshotmaster69@icemail.com. I had it since I was fourteen, and it had treated me well over the years because I had used a fake name when I opened it. Everything about it had been meant as a joke, and now I couldn’t function without it because it was the only email my fans couldn’t seem to find.

He then darted Elliot a look and stepped inside right away. Provoked by the look in Tony’s eyes, Elliot gave Tony a glare from behind. Then, he turned to look at Myra with a mischievous grin, asking, “May I ask what’s your Messenger username, Miss Stark? I’d like to add you on Messenger so that it’s convenient for us to discuss business-related matters in the future, if there’s any.”

I peered at the screen. A Hello Kitty background popped up with a login box. "Hello Kitty?" He laughed gleefully. "I know, right? Who would guess that this site contains some of the biggest secrets in the world? Pink is so innocuous!" I had to agree with him there. He started punching in a login name: ICANCU. Before I thought better of it, I blurted out, "I. Can. See. You. You see auras. Good username." Dante grinned, then frowned. "I know! You don't think it's too obvious, do you? Wait!" He turned the keyboard away from me to type in the password.

“So your Chaser Boy didn’t even show up at his own engagement?” Harper’s face stiffened. She didn’t want to relive that humiliation. She just hummed dismissively. With an apple between her teeth, Carissa started typing furiously in the comment section. [User “MochiCat”]: “Hey, do you know anything about the mysterious Young Master Gallagher?” Harper froze. “Wait—what kind of username is that?” “What? It sounds cute,” Carissa said with a grin. Seconds later, the original poster [Got Stories] replied instantly:

I grab my phone and scroll through a plethora of messages until I find hers. “darkmangledsoul@g***l.com” Dark, mangled soul? I narrow my eyes in wonder. “What a weird address.” I input the address in my computer and shoot a quick email to him. “Hello, Mr. Anonymous Businessman.” Yes, I’m actually calling him that. But I digress;

he quickly reassured me, as if sensing my potential discomfort. "Isn't that what a stalker would say?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Oh no! Not me. My username is sexymanager67. That's because all the other numbers were taken," he confessed with a sheepish grin, as if sharing a secret handshake. He rambled on and on. I wondered if he would ever stop talking or if this was just the beginning of a never-ending monologue. "Oh. Good for you, 67 is a good number," I said still quietly praying for a way to escape the conversation. He didn't seem to notice anything though and just yapped away.

Keeping the secret wasn’t going to help us as much as finding allies. I looked at Serena. “We need as much backing as possible.” Serena nodded and took my hand in her own. Moran looked concerned. “What’s your demon name, Madison?” He pressed. “Morrigan. I want to help your Ulric.” I insisted. “I need to help. I promise to do no intentional harm to him.”

This was advance level of troubling. Anyways, as soon as he unlocked the pattern and visited messenger, his eyes mysteriously narrowed as his thumb pressed at the strange username 'Your.sunshine' with *Hi* highlighted in bold. As he opened it, Ohh emm geee, there were ten plus *Hiiii* with smiley emoji flashing before his gaze. "Who's this?" He tiringly typed, seeing the person's status as *Typing....* "That is quite fast!" exclamation came instantly when a reply hit him with new stupid emoticons that were not at all pleasing him.

"So let's try this again, hi I'm Griffin Masters. Alpha asshole with an unearthly obsession with knives." I laughed out loud. "Hello, I'm Anastasia. Omega, with a freaky backstory."

"Hey. Why would I do a thing for those old ass*s who only know to sleep and eat. I went birthday shopping for you." "And you brought me a nice gift Dreamy but that is a lie." Slowly, Ace helped her up and carefully marked the tears tracks from her eyes. "I know another lie. So, you going to continue to call me Dreamy?" "Yes. I think it could be code word for you in the future." "Then how about I call you 'candy' for code word purposes?" Ace asked seriously. "Eww no way. That sounds like the name of a po*n star. Ace Moonhunter, if you want to call me a code word, you better think of one that is worthy of me."