Texting Story Novels & Stories

,I text back. "Already hunting but they keep disappearing we won't stop now enjoy your family",he texts back and I lay my cell down. I cover us up and lay there smiling I will enjoy my family because tomorrow is never promised.

She nods, distracted, mentions dinner, closes the door and just like that, I’m alone again I sink onto the floor, back against the bedframe stare at the ceiling until the shapes start to move I can almost hear Carter’s voice in my head, that lazy drawl You make it too easy I press my palms over my ears until my arms ache but it’s no use voices like his don’t need permission to stay --- Bethany texts around midnight We’ll fix this. Somehow. I don’t answer right away because I don’t know what “fixing” means anymore I don’t know if you can fix a story once people decide how it ends I type Maybe if I just stay quiet, they’ll forget then delete it The moonlight cuts through my curtains, too brigh

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--- That night, I broke my own rule. I texted Derek on my laptop via a messaging app that did not require a phone number. Untraceable, or at least harder to trace. Me: This isn't working for me anymore. The response came twenty minutes later. Derek: What do you mean? Me: The hiding, the lying, the waiting for everything to fall apart. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Derek: I know. I feel it too. Me: Maybe we should just tell them. Get it over with.

It was cheesy, sure, but Gina loved that kind of thing. To add a little spice to the night, I decided to text her something bold. I wasn’t the type to send daring messages, but this time, I wanted to push the boundaries. So, I took a deep breath, snapped a picture of myself—yes, a nude—and attached it to a message that read, "I can't wait to have you in my arms tonight."

With Emily here, maybe I could finally confide in someone. “I’ve got something to tell you,” I said, unlocking my phone. “What is it?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. “Hm, lately I’ve been receiving strange texts,” I began, scrolling to the newest notification. "Strange texts?" she asked, her tone serious now. "You know what? Let me show you," I said, opening the message. But the content froze me in place. The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor. My breath hitched as tears blurred my vision.

Wood got fired, there was an opening for who would be the new store manager, and instead of leaving things to fate, I decided to test out a theory for myself. Christian and I have started texting again, and the way I got us to start doing that was by sending in a text message. It was awkward and I panicked nonstop about it before I even fully typed the message. Later on I decided the best way to do this wasn’t with another apology, it would be by… simply starting to text him again. Like nothing ever happened or we didn't ever stop. My first message to Christian after almost one month of abruptly ending texting between us sounded something like this, "Have I ever mentioned someone named Joann

Yeah, very exciting. Obviously, not that. I started texting, after getting that out of mind. "Nothing major. It's all everyday activities, and work." "Boring You need to have more fun. Maybe when I'm back" "Yeah, I replied." Lexi: "PLEASE I need to party" She kept going with more UK stories. The pub culture. A guy she couldn't understand. Her work updates, and other stuffs. I was engaged, laughing, and lost in the normalcy.

The sudden urge to text him snarled at her again. Her stomach grumbling a second time. She hit the empty space to send a message to Ethan. Yet what could she say? HI. GOODMORNING............... She stared at the words for minutes. She probably shouldn't be doing this, but with shut eyes and a 50% fueling from her dream, her index hit send. She tensed, turned the phone away and jumped to her feet, not ready to get his reply. She'd actually dreamt of their past last night. Of the way they blended so well together. A perfect match.

I yelled after but she was already gone. Immediately she slammed the door behind her, and I raced around for my uniform where he had slipped his number into my pocket. "Goddess," I subconsciously chuckled, "it's so embarrassing, did he have to touch my nipples?" Then I took my phone which lay carelessly on my bed and texted him. Vine: ("Hi, I'm Vine. I'm texting because of the initiation") The message receptor ticked twice, showing that he had seen the message so I waited for a few minutes however, I didn't get any reply.