Random Chats Novels & Stories

Can you talk? I type a reply. - What a coincidence. I am also having an awful day today.

My company, my achievements, and some other things. I unlocked my phone and opened WhatsApp immediately before tapping on the guys group chat which held a good amount of messages under it in just an hour plus. These dudes are jobless. Mother-Fucking-Bois - 541 messages. Tristan; Don't y'all have things to do except blowing up my phone every God damn minute? I tapped on the send arrow and watch the message reliever before deciding to scroll through the previous messages in case I've missed out on something important. I got met with absurd and more absurd messages.

**F******k Messenger** **Mia Wolfsong** New message I sit up a little, pillows propped behind me. We swapped socials after fire class today—quick, awkward, but she initiated it. I open the chat. **Mia (10:47 p.m.):** hey you still up? **Haru (10:48 p.m.):** Yeah. Homework’s done. Listening to music. You? **Mia (10:48 p.m.):** same. can’t sleep thinking about that glass vine thing we made today

Instead I send back a single message. Alex- See you tonight. "

I couldn't even say bye. I held my phone for a bit and stared at my laptop. A crazy idea just popped in my head. Why don't I ask Theresa and the girls for pictures? Those girls are crazy enough to share photos of their mirror pictures of their asses in thongs. It would be so crazy to be honest. We have a group chat for the girls. It's called 'Gen z sluts'. Not an ideal name but I'm not complaining. 'Girls! Share your sexiest photos for fifty bucks, I'm trying to deceive a sugar daddy.' I texted on the group chat with the water gun emoji.

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

I don't know. Laughing Rich says, “ He got his yesterday. “ “Oh no, and you want one of mine?” I ask in disbelief, the nerve! “ Fine, I was working all night on that laptop, and you can't spare me one?” He asked. Shaking my head, “ No, did you find anything on there?” I ask him. “ More than I wanted to find, but yeah, I found the website she used, and it's something that helps you find friends when you're lonely, the chats are all deleted once the person logs out of it, “ He explained.

I gasped as I saw the message alert is from Mysterio, "This is not happening" I stood up pacing around already nervous about what he sent, I looked at my screen which has 10 new messages from Mysterio. I clicked on it to view it all. *Hi* *It seems that you win* *I tried ignoring you but couldn't* *Funny how people we barely know becomes a part of our happiness* that's because you barely leave your video game *Well the last few days of not chatting you have been sort of lonely* how is it possible when we have only chatted twice, well if it makes any sense its the same for me.

“Hаvеn’t уоu gоt ѕоmеwhеrе tо bе so uѕ girls can chat іn реасе. Thеrе must bе ѕоmеоnе еlѕе you саn go аnd irritate. Wе juѕt саn’t bе thе lucky оnеѕ,” Micha said, scowling.

She asked me and she laughed instantly but I can’t hear anything. "Alaister it's not funny " I cried out to her as she laughed again. "Hahahaha it's better to be a ghoster than to be a real ghost. Look at your face it’s priceless” gladly she’s laughing again... "How’s your IG account? How many followers do you have Alaister?" I asked my friend who was now writing something in her diary. "Last time I checked it 100+ and I don't care about that" She didn't even look at me she’s busy.