Text Messages Book Novels & Stories

“When I’m in heat.” “Gross!” She made a gesture of throwing up. “Look at these texts.” I handed her my phone. “From yesterday.” She took a moment to read the text I’d pulled up for her. “He’s disgusting. I can’t believe he would text you that! ‘You know you want my cock inside you.’ I would let your brother kill him just for that!” She handed me back my phone. I took it and showed her the list of all the messages that had been moved into my ‘Spam & Blocked’ queue. “Look at all this! All him!”

I pushed the thoughts of Mr Wrong at the back of my mind and picked up my purse as I made my way out, ready to drown everything in vodka, a sip at a time. . . A. Gupta Do any of you unsend your texts after a few minutes when you don't get a reply, or are you guys normal?? Once again, Who do you think Mr Wrong is?? . Have you left a review, pls do so in about the book page. Thankyou!!!

I texted Anita. *****

The text message had come from Spitfire. You’re probably wanting to know who Spitfire is. Spitfire will come into the story I’m writing to you soon, dear reader. I’ll continue that story a bit here in this writing session. I don’t know how much more I”ll be able to write to you, since I may be leaving this facility prematurely. It seems. By way of explaining that for now, I’ll share the text message thread with Spitfire. You might ask, if I’m so paranoid, how do I know that the texts are really from Spitfire? Once Spitfire enters the story, you’ll know, as I do, that there’s VERY little chance it could be someone else. SPITFIRE: Hey, Dr. L! Are you there?

Feel welcomed to check out my other book. Much love❤

As I read the book, I received a text message from Diana, informing me Zydan had left, and she was getting ready to go home. Instead of responding, I put my phone down and continued reading. A few hours later, halfway through the book, I was about to give up. So far, there wasn’t anything that would help me. Returning the book to the shelves, I wondered if I would find anything helpful in the library.

With all these people going out of their ways to make her feel good, the least she could do is study hard, get good grades, live a good life, and when the time comes, help them financially, and so she thought. It was six o’clock. After picking up the refill of her usual stationery, Alexandra decided to drop by the fiction lane of the bookstore near her school to check for the new titles of books that she can read. She loves reading. She thinks it keeps her from getting insane since it makes her feel things, emotions. Well, aside from the fact that she also learns things from them, since she doesn’t really have that many interactions with people. Ding!!! Her phone notified her of a message. S

Literally. I was about to yell in frustration when I noticed her details, her I*******m handle was there, boldly. "life of your fav author" Well, I was far from it. I quickly searched out her name on I*******m and sent her a text I knew would send her running straight out. I may not be the most hardworking person on planet earth, but if there was one thing, I was good at - it was maximizing psychology. Moments after I sent the text, my phone went off, I wasn't too worried though, the deed had been done. There was no way she would not notice this message, because well, I wasn't a genius, but I guess I was good at what I did?

There is no problem there for now but it's time to start the story or Mehak's healing heart. ************* So here this book ends if you want to read Mehak's book then text me on my Instagram account Ankitaghosh200

I paused when an old dark blue leather book caught my attention. It was an old history book that was very bright and colorful, with many different illustrations and portraits inside for a child to look at. The edges of the pages were wrinkled and a few stains marred the inside. And just inside the top cover was a small written message in an elegant cursive that drew tears to my eyes. ‘To my dear, sweet twins. May the history of our land's past lead to your brighter future. With lots of love and eternal Blessings, Mommy.’