Telegram Esposa Novels & Stories

Keilah shivered, and I pulled her close, trying to share my warmth. The lobby was crowded with people seeking refuge from the storm. Some were dripping like us and others arguing with the receptionist, trying to negotiate the remaining rooms. I glanced around, spotting a line forming at the front desk. Determined to get Keilah out of the cold, I steered her through the crowd and approached the receptionist. "We need a room," I said, my voice firm despite the chaos around us. "Something big, with a bathtub." The receptionist nodded, typing furiously on her computer. "We have two rooms available, but they're our deluxe suites," she explained. "They're $800 a night."

She was wondering if she should delete the message when she heard a beep, making her eyes widen. Wait a minute, Mr. Leon had actually replied! [I rarely use Telegram. I only got back on the app today. I’m glad you liked the rings.] What a coincidence. Did Leon happen to be on Telegram at the moment? She thought her message would have gone unseen.

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.

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“What business would she have with the Tyfun-1?” Egor pulled the phone closer to himself, scrolled through it, and turned the screen toward us again. This time around, there was a message displayed on the screen, and the recipient was the sameMy Cherrywith the heart on fire and kissy-face emojis. I read the message out loud.“The typhoon’s eye holds the calm—Tyfun-1.” Rafayel scoffed. “The fuck does that mean?” “No idea,” Egor said. “But she clearly knows something.” He slid the phone toward me. “Find her. Find the shipment.”

Tessa sent them all a tight, professional smile before she bustled away to order a dozen egg, bacon, and potato burritos from the Mexican food place down the street everyone loved. The flurry of activity continued all morning, and a few hours later, she was awaiting a call about the delivery of the subs she’d ordered for lunch when her desk phone rang. “EM Security Management, this is Tessa. How may I direct your call?” “Tessa, this is your…stepmother, Kathleen.”

To end it all. Elsha hadn’t given me a moment’s peace since we made a deal. She always sent me sinister messages. She wouldn’t let me forget our deal, reminding me over and over about the deadline I’d failed to meet. Just this morning, she’d granted me an extra month and a half to deliver results. My phone pinged, pulling me from my thoughts. I picked it up, already knowing who the sender was. Elsa. The message read: “Tiktok. Your time is running out. You don’t want to see my wrath, Alice.”

After she was done, she took a deep breath and hit send. “Everything okay?” Gendry asked, not liking the pensive look she was carrying. Tessa glanced at him with a small smile. “Yeah. I just sent a message in the family group chat.” Gendry raised an eyebrow. “You have a family group chat?” Tessa laughed softly. “Of course we do.” It was a chat that not only consisted of her, her brother and their parents. It also consisted of their aunties Luisa and Millie, and Uncles, Alden and Zeke.

I know how Rachel cherished her social standing. As I had hoped, there was a couple of messages from Rachel when I switched it on immediately after leaving the staffroom: 'I can't come to school today. My parents scheduled this meeting with this guy that could get me a ticket to college' there was a 'tired emoji' the time was 1:30pm 'Did you check the class's telegram channel? These guys are roasting you something fierce there,' crying emoji, 1:36pm 'I do hope Kate is not being as bitchy as she sounds in the channel. Have a nice day.' - 1:36pm

She hurried into the bathroom to answer. The voice on the other end was sharp and impatient. "Why the hell did you make me hack a Telegram account? There's not even money in it." Annoyance flared in her chest. "Just take the money and shut up. If I knew you were gonna be this much trouble, I wouldn't have called you in the first place. Five thousand's already wired to you. We're done. Don't call me again." She hung up before the guy could reply, staring down at Zoey's stolen Telegram account on her screen.