The Group Chat Without Me Novels & Stories

I didn’t have to explain myself, I didn’t have to pretend. At some point, someone passed me another cookie. I didn’t even pretend to resist this time. By the time one of the nurses called a name from the hallway, I’d lost track of how long I’d been sitting there. My phone buzzed once in my bag probably Claire but I ignored it, unwilling to break the fragile peace settling over me. “We have a group chat,” Maya said suddenly, pulling out her phone. “You should join.” “I don’t know if I can commit to anything,” I said honestly.

she said quietly. “Posted where?” My brows knitted together. The feeling of foreboding increased. She hesitated. “On the staff group chat.” she stuttered m My heart skipped. “Which staff group chat?” I wasn't on any group chats yet, and last night was chaotic. Her shoulders sagged. “The internal one. You weren’t added yet since you’re still new.” My brows pulled together. This didn't sound good at all. I exhaled sharply. “Show me,” I demanded, stretching out my hand.

Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

she asked. I nodded gratefully in response. "Yes, it is. But it's not something I can explain to you in a few words. Thank you for telling me all this." I'd already noticed earlier that this was a separate group chat they'd created on WhatsApp. Everyone else was in it except for me. Bianca visibly relaxed at my words. "I'll take your word for it. That really puts me at ease." I pointed at her phone and asked, "Is it okay if I take a photo of that?"

Cecelia ran to my bedroom door and knocked gently. "Maddie, are you asleep?" I opened the door and asked, "What's up?" "Um… Did you check your WhatsApp messages just now?" "No? Why? Did you text me or something?" I asked, feigning innocence. She gulped in panic and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I just accidentally added you to a Wish coupon group." "I see." I nodded. "I still have to get back to work, so I'll talk to you later."

she mumbled. I was about to argue more when my phone lit up on the table. The group chat was blowing up again. Logan, Tessa, Sabrina, Bianca, and Liam—at each other’s throats online. I could already see Logan claiming I still belonged to him, Tessa throwing her usual smug one-liners, Sabrina stirring the pot, and Bianca making heart eyes at Liam like she’d forgotten the definition of ‘ex.’ “Mum, can we not do this right now?” I said, my eyes glued to the chaos unfolding on my phone.

I could choke on it. What about our chat? I used to message her a dozen times a day. Where was our conversation? I scrolled down, my heart aching. Edmund was the only one pinned at the top. Below him were groups within her company, conversations with other executives, and her clients. Then came Awakenist groups, and even a chat with the monastery abbot. I kept scrolling until I reached the very bottom, where my original Discord handle appeared. She hadn't bothered to give me a nickname. Worse, I was the only one muted.

On our way home for Thanksgiving, my brother, Ethan Spencer, hands me his phone while keeping his eyes on the road. "Check if they've shared the location in the group," he says casually. I unlock the phone, but the chat at the very top catches me off guard. The group is called The Misfortune Squad. The group photo features Ethan, my boyfriend Callum Holt, Lena Wright, and my two childhood friends, Vincent Black and Nicholas Lawson. A text from Lena pops up. "Zara should be almost here, right? Hide the cake first." Callum replies almost instantly, "She's taking forever. Let her find her own way. Let's start eating." Vincent chimes in right away, "Make sure she doesn't find out about th

There were only three of us in the group chat, yet somehow, I was always the one left out. At first, I didn't think much of it. Life was busy at times, right? Besides, Kendra Thatcher had been my girlfriend for seven years, and Josiah Lehmann had been my best friend for eighteen. The thought of either of them deliberately ignoring me had never even crossed my mind. Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. That morning, I messaged our group chat. "Hey, how about we take a trip to Cedarvale?" Neither of them replied. Hours passed, and my message just sat there, unanswered. … That evening, Josiah suddenly shared a video of some delicious-looking food in Cedarvale. "Gosh, it loo

I muttered to myself, looking around at the vacant field. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen, and quickly typed out a message to the group chat: > HEY EVERYONE, WHERE IS REHEARSAL TODAY? I’M OUT ON THE FIELD RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT SEEING A SINGLE PERSON. > I hit send and watched the message status change to delivered. Minutes ticked by, and absolutely nobody on the team said a single thing. The entire conversation thread remained completely dead. Frustrated, I manually tagged SyrenDdamsel in a follow-up text, knowing she was the primary group administrator. I waited around for another long moment, but there was still no response. It was as if the entire group chat had sud