Text Messages Book Novels & Stories

There was only a generic email from the university library reminding me to return a book. A dull, heavy ache settled deep inside my chest. I dropped the phone onto the messy blankets and stared up at the white ceiling. He had his phone. I knew the text message was delivered. He had read my vulnerable question at two in the morning, and he had simply chosen to go to sleep instead of answering me.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Anna's POV I had gone through the books in my W*****d library for the umpteenth time, I needed a book that would keep me locked from my phone and I was yet to find it. The chime of a new message caught my attention, and I minimized my screen before going through my messages. If I knew what awaited me, I wouldn't have. The content of the message sent me throwing my phone at the farthest end, I was gripped by fear that had suddenly pounced on me like a cat on an unsuspecting mouse.

Alex read the text. He placed his thumb on DELETE, and he deleted the message.

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

He stared back, unflinching for once. “Yes,” he continued, voice steady but tired. “Text her. No one sends letters anymore when you can text.” I sat in silence. The words sank in. He was right. Letters were slow. Vulnerable. Permanent. Texts were instant. Disposable. Safer. I leaned back, jaw tight with the unfamiliar sting of being out of touch. “How do I do it?” Liam blinked once. Then sighed, long and suffering, like I’d asked him to explain fire to a caveman.

Each message from the unknown sender was like a shadow darkening her day. During lunch, she sat with Nicole and Mae, the familiar comfort of their presence a balm to her nerves. But even surrounded by friends, the tension gnawed at her. Nicole frowned, catching the worried look in Lila’s eyes. “What’s going on? You look like you’re about to burst.” Lila hesitated, then finally showed them the messages. “It’s this—somebody keeps texting me these horrible things.” Mae’s brows drew together in concern. “That’s messed up. Have you thought about blocking the number?”

Maybe he is the reason why my Chain changed to red last night. Just wait ...and see! ** Hey. How is the story. So more is coming your way. Just read and see. Whom do you think sent those messages and a video. Write your guesses and we found out. My books include. -Ugly and insecure. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -The rejected nagin.

An ambiguous text message? [How are you? I miss you.] This, this, this… This was Jenna’s cell phone. Someone actually sent her such a text message? “Who texted you?” A cold and deep voice sounded. Xavia hurriedly shook her head. “No, it’s nothing. Just a spam text message.” Xavia was not clear about the situation, so she felt that it would not be right for her to talk nonsense. Another text message popped up with a ‘ding’ as soon as her voice fell.

I ask deciding to make a stop the the study, it is more likely for the book to be there than here in the Library. The door is open so I let myself in, texting Niko. Me: I’m looking for a book. I sit on the sofa closest to the door waiting for him. He replies less than a minute later. My Man: Which one? I smirked. Me: Family rules…? I think that's what Tommy called it. My phone rings as soon as the message shows the double tick. “Hi, Niko.” “Hi baby.”