Texts From My Ex Novels & Stories

I said, my stomach tightening. "Yes," Mark grinned, leaning back against the mahogany bar. "You’d really like Jason." The name hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Jason. A sudden cough erupted from my throat, violent and uncontrollable. A cold shiver ran down my spine, vibrating through my bones. The room seemed to tilt. Jason, my first ex. The boy from high school and the very man in the front seat of the kidnapping van who wanted to end my existence. Mark was at my side instantly. "Whoa, easy. Should I get you water? Are you fine?"

she spat out, laughing. She knew Marcos and I were insatiable, like we were trying to make up for the separation coming in a few weeks. Just yesterday, we came back from the cabin late, even though he knew he had to work early today. “I learned from the biggest vixen in São Fernando,” I teased, grabbing my phone to text him.

“Make me forget about that fight with my ex this morning.” Ah, the drama. Her ex, Mia, had texted her out of the blue, stirring up old jealousy. I’d spent the morning reassuring Sophia that Mia was history, but the tension lingered. I flipped open my favorite anthology, trying to focus. “Fine. But keep it down. You know how strict Ms. Hargrove is.”

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

“Ma, mommy, since you want quadruplets, can I have a private time with my wife now so we can start making them.” He turned to her and cupped her face like they were alone. She wanted to protest but she couldn’t. She was mesmerized by the love and desire in his eyes. His face came closer to hers, “ Ravishing my ex is what I have been wanting to do for hours now.” he said huskily. Their mothers exclaimed and both asked, “What? What ex?!” Her eyes widened and frowned at him but he just let out his sexy smile. “Dianne Alessandra Quintero Contrero, my ex-girlfriend, can I ravish you now as my wife?” He asked hoarsely before planting a kiss on her lips.

The combination of two of the most powerful family will be a legacy. “ You know who I saw in the mall earlier?” Megan asked in a sweet voice while continuing in smiling for an old man of some sort of drug business. My brows creased at her and looked at the place, wondering what she is talking about. The event didn’t started yet but we decided to roam in the place to welcome the guests. “ Who?” I asked,bored. “ Your slut of an ex-girlfriend.”

Alex stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. “Yes, I thought I knew you. But maybe I've just been refusing to see the kind of person you are.” His words hit me like a punch. “What does that even mean?” I questioned. “I know it was you who sent that text to my ex years ago. The one telling her I was just using her and that my heart belonged to someone else.” I froze. Shame crawled up my spine. He knew? How long had he known? “I—” I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but nothing came out.

“You've changed so much..where have you been all these years?" A snort left my throat. He wasn't at all qualified to ask me anything concerning my whereabouts or my well-being. Whatever we shared in the past ended that day he chose his ex girlfriend over me and also handed the divorce papers to me. “That is none of your business.. we aren't related in anyway for you to ask me such personal questions Mr Brandon!” I stated firmly through gritted teeth. Clutching my red Gucci purse tightly, I swerved to the side and pulled the backseat door open.

Even within seconds, they were still both diving into those long-buried memories. "Hello, My Ex!" greeted Bara while displaying her devilish smile. Slowly the man's body got closer until the distance created was only an inch between them.

Taking a large breath, I began. “Good afternoon. I wish to address the blog article spreading today about my partnership with Ava Ltd. The charges stated in the post are entirely incorrect and deceitful. Yes, Camilla and I were married in the past, but we divorced years ago. Let me be clear—the dissolution of our marriage was all my fault, and I take full responsibility for that.” I stopped, letting my words settle. The room was quiet.