Promise Chat Novels & Stories

It's 4:30 of the morning and who's he talking to that to at this hour? "Sunny?" He looks up, smiling. "Yes, bro?" "Who are you busy talking to?" I questioned, teasingly. "Maybe your future bhabhi sa," I grinned, "Right, did you book the cab?" "It's already waiting for us outside." He replied, indicating at the white swift desire car. "Okay, " "I am ready, " Adah said, walking towards us.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Then my phone screen lit up with my best friend's name on top of the notifications panel. Gaia just sent me two texts. 2 New Chats from: Gaia - New "Is this a joke?" Today 21:51 "What the total fuckery is this? U owe him almost 100k?!" Today 21:51 ◇

"Hey guys," I purr, feeling warm and relaxed. "Thanks for joining me tonight. I'm feeling so excited about sharing some time with you. Please drop me a note in the chat to let me know a bit about you. Remember that only I can see it. And if you want to leave a tip, the button's in the chat feature. Let me know if you have questions." Several responses start rolling up. "I can't wait to see your pussy." "I want to go down on u so bad."

If yes, continue. Sir/Ma I am making a very BIG ANNOUNCEMENT on Monday by 3pm prompt to few people I respect and admire so much, and you are one of them. I am counting on you to be there to hear it in person. Sir would you make out time for me on Monday by 3pm? (Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem sir. I was really counting on your presence. Bye If yes, That’s awesome sir. I knew I could always count on you. Thank for making out time for me. See you on Monday Bye.

Notifications blinked on the screen. One from Archie. She opened it first. A quick update. Casual tone. Like nothing in the world had exploded overnight. Piper typed back a short reply, brief, then hit send and moved on immediately. Next, she opened her chat with Ember. “You free today? I need air.” Three dots appeared almost instantly. “Always. Where?” she asked. Piper gave a small, tired huff of amusement and sent a location. Ember gave her a thumbs-up with a smiling face.

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

Like a cartographer. Charge jumps the small distance across air like the gap between two wires. I hold his gaze because I don’t know how not to. I hold it because my life lately has been a series of men with money telling me what to do, and I am very tired of teaching them to think I agree. Something that could be a nod acknowledges me. It’s not approval. It’s attention. It lands on my skin and sits there, stern and hot. “Thank you,” the VP says, retreat already a draft in his voice. “We’ll be clarifying client transition plans via email by end of week. Let’s move on.”

he shouted once more. “What’s with the rush?” I asked him as he sat cross-legged on the grass, facing me. “Something big went viral! Haven’t you heard about the PFM Room?” “PFM Room?” Romina asked curiously. Just as Pino looked at Romina, he said, “It’s a famous chat room for donations.” “Do you mean the PeterFund Ma Room? The chatroom in South Korea?” I asked for assurance and he nodded exaggeratedly. “Why? What’s wrong?”

I pulled out my phone, thumbs flying over the screen. Hey, slacker. Where you at? You owe me pancakes and a sink full of sparkle. Do not make me come hunt you down. I hit send and stared at the chat, waiting for the three dots to dance, for his quick-witted reply. Nothing. The message sat there, delivered but unread. The screen stayed dark, unresponsive.