Random Chatting Novels & Stories

Why is he doing that? " Don't call me baby." I firmly said trying to hide my nervousness. " Fine, baby." oh my god, he's giving me goosebumps through the phone. " So, I was thinking you could join in an website where we can chat a lot and you will even find many friends." I never knew about any websites like that. All I did my playing games, watching movies, trying some spells by myself. " What's that?" " It's called 'Slatecity.com'. Do it now." He urged me. I don't why he is so interested in that.

"Dinner..." "Can I turn on the radio?" This guy doesn't even look at me.He is just focused on the road. "Which song?" "Hiphop or RnB..." "My car is not a club..." "Boring man..." I mumbled beneath my nose and I am sure he heard. "I am not a boring man, I just can't stand you...""The feeling is mutual brother..." I got my phone from the purse and begun chatting with my baby on WhatsApp. "Who are you chatting with?"

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and clicked DONE. * * * This is impossible. Hotsome: The awkward moment when you try to message a girl and all you can think of is hello. SinDeRella: Hi. Hotsome: Want to chat sometime? SinDeRella: Sure, how’s your day? Hotsome: Great. And hope you are as well. So, any plan tonight? SinDeRella: Actually I have. How about next weekend?

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Sometimes, nearly the entire lower half of her body was in the frame. Although her face was obscured in every photo, I knew her too well. I could recognize her figure, her lines, and the mole on her lower back even with my eyes closed. Below the posts, the comments from the group chat members were relentless and crude. "Baby, can I meet you tonight?" "I haven't been able to forget that sexy waist of yours for three days." "Send a voice message. I want to hear your voice." "Damn, you're perfect! This is exciting."

I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight. My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke. But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

Today, they're just keeping my mind occupied which is exactly what I need. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at it discreetly under the desk. Adrian's name flashes on the screen with a text. “Quick question. If you had to fight one, would you rather fight a horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” Despite everything, a smile tugs at my lips. This has been happening all week. Random texts from Adrian. Stupid questions. Memes. Bad jokes. Nothing deep or serious. Just... there. I type back. “Horse-sized duck. At least it's only one target.”

Especially since socializing is not my strong suit. I log on and wait for my first IM to arrive. M: Hey, how are you? C: Hard day but nothing a good conversation can’t fix. (It wasn’t a lie - A moment like this makes me wish I had someone to snuggle up with and forget). M: Care to share? C: With a stranger? I think not. What would he say? Sorry? Pity wasn’t what I needed. M: You don’t remember me, do you? C: Have we met?

Before Tasha could answer, Kachi interrupted "Someone say drama? I can smell secrets. What did I miss?" Vivian turned to her. "Do you always boot into conversations, or is this just a hobby?" "Relax, V. I was just saying my mind. Thought I’d support my favorite person." Tasha muttered, "Your favourite person.? ." "Yet you and you know it," Kachi winked. Vivian sighed. "We’re not doing this now. Kachi, give us a minute." "Fine. But if you need a shoulder, or a bed, you know where to find me," Kachi teased, then left, blowing Tasha a kiss as she exited.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."