The Group Chat Without Me Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to hit send, a glaring notification popped up. "You've been removed from the group chat." It took me a few seconds to process it. I was the heir to the company. How could I get kicked out of the group chat for one of its subsidiaries? On the phone, that man continued babbling, "If you sent the message to the wrong chat, you need to own up to it. Come to the office to sign your resignation! Make it quick. I've got to pick up my wife."

But it was perfectly in order, every paper aligned, every object precisely in its place. As if he’d never been here at all. That ache in my chest sharpened. The Group Chat I needed a distraction. I flopped onto the bed and opened my group chat with Mia and our friend Layla. Mia: Sooo how’s married life today, Mrs. Callahan? 🥂 Layla: Still rolling around in piles of money, I assume? 💸 I smirked, but it faded quickly. Me: He left town without telling me. Just sent a text.

She tapped into the Jeriton Ladies group chat for a look and simply found those indirectly accusatory group rules hilarious. She didn't type out a reply and instead just muted the entire chat. Perhaps sensing Samuel's gaze, she smiled and explained, "The group means nothing to me. I could have just left the chat, but since they're saying such things about me, I'm just going to stay instead. I'm not the one making futile attacks on someone else anyway." Samuel chuckled. "You have the right mindset. I also joined a group chat tonight, because the other guys wouldn't stop pestering me otherwise."

"What? who is jealous? i was not jealous, why would i be jealous? i said quickly. Then my phone rang, it was Serena. "Hyy, I did not hear back from you, I was worried" said a worried Serena on the phone. "I am sorry, I should have called but It skipped my mind" I told her. "It is okay, where are you by the way? Are you back home? She asked. "Well not yet" I said. "What? What are you still doing outside by this time? She asked. "Well, I am at a diner with Vincent" I told her. The end of the line was silent and I had to check if the call was cut off. Then Serena screamed loudly that I had to shift the phone from my ear before she damaged it.

The group chat only had three people in it, yet every time I sent a message, no one responded. At first, I figured everyone was just busy. After all, Maya Reed and I had been best friends for eighteen years, and Adrian Pierce and I had been together for seven. Then came today. I dropped a message in the chat like I always did: [What if we all went to Seattle for the weekend?] Nothing. Silence all day. That night, Maya shared a reel of a cozy indie cafe in downtown Seattle. [Omg this place looks so cute!] Adrian replied instantly. Within seconds, the two of them were spamming the chat until the unread count hit 99+. I jumped in: [So are we going or what?] The chat went completely dead

It's been seven years since our graduation. One day, I drop a message in our five-member group chat. "I got laid off." Not a single reply comes in. It's as if no one in the group has even noticed my message. Ten minutes later, my best friend, Emily Piper, texts the group. "I got promoted! Let's celebrate at our usual spot tonight!" My boyfriend, Julian Dickson, and my two childhood friends, Francis Loomis and Henry Parsons, immediately pop up in the chat. "Congrats, Emmie!" "I'll book the restaurant." "Don't forget to get her favorite strawberry shortcake." I stare at the screen and can't help sending another message. "I just got laid off. Can you guys comfort me a little?" Still, nobo

Growing up, I always had four boys around me. They were the most popular guys in school. Friday night football games, weekend pool parties, even who got to sit at their lunch table—people cared about all of it. But the spot next to them was always saved for me. My locker was stocked with snacks they'd shoved in there. My phone was full of goofy photos of them from games. After every party, someone would drape a varsity jacket over my shoulders and walk me home. So when college acceptances came out, they spread four Stanford letters in front of me and asked if I dared to give up Harvard and go to California with them. I barely hesitated. We even made a group chat called "Five on the Wes

Maybe because my luggage was still there, they hadn’t realized anything was wrong yet. They acted completely normal. Mom sent a message in the family group chat. [Freya, where did you go? Are you coming home for lunch? I made ribs for you.] No one replied. She sent another message. [Are you still angry? We’re family. There’s nothing we can’t get past.] When she still received no reply, she finally called me. I didn’t answer. Mom started panicking and began calling everyone who knew me. However, after calling around, she still found nothing.

The W******p group chat that had once held over two decades of voice notes, outfit checks, quiet panic, and sharp laughter now sat with over a hundred unread messages from the two of them—invitations, check-ins, screenshots of old photos, the slow accumulation of being left on read. Jade spoke first, before the menus even landed. “You only surface when it suits you. Over ten years and suddenly we’re the ones who have to clear our schedules for a table you decide you need.” Mia nodded, arms folded. “We almost didn’t come. The chat looks like a graveyard of us trying.” Elara felt the defensive heat rise immediately. “I’ve had things. The children. The house. Recovering. You know what the last

He typed out a massive paragraph and tried to tag me, only to realize that I was no longer in the group chat. Stanley stared at the member list, completely stunned for several seconds. Immediately after, a system message flashed on his screen. "You have been removed from the group chat by the administrator." Stanley rushed straight to the office and burst into Landon's room. "Mr. Todd, how could you kick me out of the chat?"