Texting Story Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV "Girl, your video is blowing up!" Stevie's text flashes on my screen. "That story is insane. You've got to spill – who's the ex from hell?" It's been barely two days since I posted my first storytime video, but it already has over 200K views and 50K likes. I'm shocked that it went viral so quickly. "Come to the shop later, I'll spill the details. Can’t talk right now, it's really busy today," I text back.

She was on the verge of losing it. "No! Please, don't tell them! I'll talk, Matty! I'll tell you everything!" Hearing this, Matteo finally loosened his grip. "Start talking." Rebecca gasped for air, coughing violently as the rush of oxygen burned her throat. However, she didn't dare stop. She gasped sharply, her voice breaking. "Y-You can check my phone!" Frantically, she unlocked her phone and handed it over with shaking hands. "I didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding!"

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman. However, those posts were soon flagged as violations and blocked from being shared. One day, my younger self, Little Zoe, came home from kindergarten, crying. “Nobody would play with me today. They said you stole Melody’s daddy...” My mother held Little Zoe tightly and said, “Zoe, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.” After hitting one dead end after another, she finally decided to leave Harbor City.

To her, I’m like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy. We call it hunting when we are on the hunt for someone to help with our release. Walking to our living room, I know she isn’t home. No doubt she got lucky. That hurts the more I think about it. I pick my phone up off the coffee table and see she has texted me. I open the message. Rebel: Hey, hope you had a blast. Winking devil, tongue, aubergine and water splash emojis. I had some work to do, catcha later, don’t wait up xx

She tells me the entire story and even requests the phone number to trace. Thankfully, the number I used to text her is private and untraceable, even by the police. "Yeah, sure. I can find it out. Share the number, I will trace it," I reply, my voice sounding innocent, but my intentions far from it. Not so innocent. "Can you imagine that guy just called me a sexy bomb?" she informs me. I raise an eyebrow, a grin spreading across my face. "That's it?" I ask, realizing she is not mentioning the entirety of the text I sent her.

My fingers trembled, as I grabbed my phone and took in a long mbreathe, shutting my eyes, and then I exhaled. I'm fucking doing this.... "How can I see you?" I texted back. Tell me this isn't stupid, and I'll tell you how Insane it is to text your stalker.

The hut was empty, save for a white dress stained with blood that had been discarded on the floor. Connor's gaze hardened. The dress belonged to Sylvie. He took another deep breath and called Sylvie three times, all of which went unanswered. Sneering, he sent Sylvie a text. "Do you think you can get me to worry about you just by leaving a bloodstained dress behind? Quit playing these games to get my attention, Sylvie." In the past, whenever Connor sent Sylvie a message, she would respond within a minute. But this time, he waited a full ten minutes without receiving any form of response.

I replied, smiling. *Then I guess I have to wait till tomorrow.* I texted Lucas back, and he replied almost immediately. *Are you home?* *No.* *I have to go.* *Bye! See you tomorrow.* I sent, adding smiling Emojis to my texts. *Bye.* He replied. “Who are you texting?” I asked. “Lucas. We’re done talking though.” I said, dropping my phone, and he pushed a cocktail to me. “Here.” He said, smiling.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have