Phantom Text Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

* Mason: *Which is. Noah: *You already know what it is. That's why you're texting me at eight pm on a Sunday.* Mason put his phone down. He looked at the ceiling. He picked his phone back up. Noah: *Say it out loud. Even just to yourself. It helps.* Mason looked at this message for a long time. He did not type anything back.

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The man eyes is brighten like he's feeling excited while telling me that. It's a great news indeed but, I'm not surprised at all. Black stage Malemyn needs a White stage Gwandy. But since I'm a Crystal Stage, of course I know to myself that I'm perfectly matched with him. However, I can't be with that man. Redo is the term when Malemyn power is eating them up. "That's a good news indeed. By the way, thanks for escorting me to my doorstep. I'm here now." I told him while knocking on the door of my own house.

Be positive. Helplessness ran through my nerves as I tried hard not to cry. I am on edge looking knowing he can do anything to me at any moment. ************ My throat closed up on me and words stuck on. Needless to say, I am speechless. Loss for words. I wasn't expecting this at all. In front of me was Xavier. He was standing in the middle of the hall, pressing his phone furiously. The man who kidnapped me and him were having non-verbal interaction through their eyes.

' His eyes held nothing but coldness. He whispers two words to me "fake it" I was kinda confused but then it hit me, chuckle "my dear, I came because it's already 12 o clock and you promise to go out with me." "We'll leave after this alright, my love," he grabs me from the chin, looking into my eyes. My eyes widen and my heart starts to increase its beat. What on earth? "Yes, yes." I smiled. He's good at this, what kind of man is he?

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

"A few other Lunas invited me to the hot springs deep in the forest for a couple of days. Just to relax." Ethan let out a breath of relief and walked over, trying to hug me. "You scared me. I thought..." Before he could finish, he glanced at the phone screen lighting up on the coffee table. It was a text notification: [The asset bond under your name has been successfully dissolved. All dollar coins have been transferred...] Ethan's face changed drastically. He snatched up the phone, his voice rising to a roar. "Dissolved bond? What is this?" My heart skipped a beat. I forced myself to stay calm, snatching the phone back and frowning in complaint. "Oh, that? It's so annoying. Human hackers ha