Quotes Of Unknown Novels & Stories

With shaking fingers, she typed back: **Who is this?** The response was immediate. **Unknown: Someone who's been waiting very patiently for you to stop crying over men who don't deserve you.** **Julia: This isn't funny. How did you get my number?** **Unknown: I get everything I want eventually, Julia. Your number was easy.** **Unknown: Sleep well. Dream of better choices.**

From unknown: Buh. huh? I frown since I don't understand the content of the message so I type a reply. ? From unknown: Alone at home? From Caroline: It's not your problem, who are you? Unknown: Open the door and find out. I felt a little panic and some distrust. Carolina: You're crazy if you think I'll open the door. I have a gun.

A text from the same unknown number. Unknown: Have some shame, woman. Leave before you start regretting it. My breath hitched. The magic of the moment vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, creeping sensation in my chest like before. My grip on the phone tightened as another message appeared. Unknown: Are you really this desperate? Sleeping with an old man for his money?

Unknown: You talk big for someone who ran before I was finished. I gasped, thighs pressing tighter. Heat licked through me at the bluntness. Me: Maybe I wasn’t running. Maybe I was making you work for it. Unknown: Is that what you call it? Me: What would you call it? This time, a pause. Long enough to make me nervous. Then— Unknown: Unfinished business. My pulse roared in my ears. Me: And what are you planning to do about that? Unknown: Depends. Are you brave enough to find out?

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."

We ate in silence most of the time, sharing a few jokes in between to try to kill some of the tension. A text from an unknown number rolled in while I scrolled through tweets, UNKNOWN: You better pray your daddy doesn't win. You don't want to be an orphan, do you? I heard how you caused the death of your mother… you want to kill your father, too? Real heartless. I hope you take this warning seriously, for your own good.

Why do you want me to do these things? ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: Because I’ve never seen someone like you. You shine, Madeleine. And I want to taste your shine. ╰───────────────╯ My eyes burned again. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: You don’t have to smile if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I asked that. You were already so brave. Just stay sweet next time, and I promise, there won’t be any trouble.

I just didn't want whoever it was to feel like they had the upper hand. Unknown: why the hell do you think I'd tell you, Luca? Don't you know how this anonymous shit goes? I got mad pissed now. Whoever it was that was doing this was going to get it for sure. No one got away with messing with me. Me: Fuck you. Who the hell are you? Unknown: Not telling. You just have to guess. Me; I can't guess when you're hiding behind texts you fucker. Come out plain and tell me what you want from me now.

However, I feel my blood run cold once I read it. It shorts, straight to the point. But the threat hits the mark - just as the sender had hoped. Unknown: Tread lightly. And just as I scan the message again, another one appears underneath. But there’s no words, just three identical emojis one right after the other. Three little white rabbits.