Textingstory Online Novels & Stories

The one she’d booked three weeks ago after we’d finally said the words out loud: “I need to see you in person.” We’d met in the most ordinary place possible, a subreddit for amateur writers. She’d posted a short story about a girl who was terrified of being touched. I left a comment that was kinder than most. She replied, I replied. One year later we were texting every single day, voice notes at 2 a.m., video calls where she’d hide half her face behind a pillow because she was shy about her smile.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Jenny took out her phone and started to write a short message and then she sent that text to a contact that she had saved in her phone as anonymous. (Now something is going to be fishy, you're thinking why would someone save an anonymous contact in his/her phone, and not just this even sending messages to a person you don't even know. But I know why? It's simple that she doesn't want to tell anybody and also she doesn't want anybody to find whom she's texting the messages. But don't worry, the Narrator will explain each and everything when the right time will arrive).

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

When Tammy received the text from Solomon, she was eating at home and watching a drama series with her friends. She froze when she saw the incoming text, then quickly turned off the screen and went back to eating. "Who texted you?" her friend asked. Tammy smiled. "No one. Just a New Year's Eve greeting from my phone carrier." Friend number one blinked. Friend number two tilted her head. Which service provider would send greetings through a messaging app? Seeing that she did not want to say anything, they started teasing her.

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Signal that someone is texting. I took it from the purse then opened it. A new chat from Vish came to me. Doesn't this guy get tired of talking to me? He is always the first to chat. :Hi again. Can I ask something? If it's not too much hehe. Smiled because of the way of his text. I typed a reply. :Hello! Yes, sure you can! I replied. :Where are you from? Where do you live? :I'm currently in Canada with my family

I'll video call you on W******p. I say to her but she didn't respond. Why? (Are you there?) Her response came back soon and I smirk while reading it. (I was so embarrassed in school today, you can't do that again.) I'm done with this texting shit. I don't like it. I leave Twitter and video call her on W******p instead. I got her number after sneaking into Stephanie's room last night. She answers after a few rings and I smile. (Well, what do we have here.)