Romans & histoires Unsent Messages To Destiny

I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window. Our last conversation was a month ago, and she had not sent any messages since then. After hesitating, my fingers slowly typed on the keyboard. [If you ever want to come back, your Beta position will always be waiting for you.] However, the moment I sent it, a red exclamation mark popped up on the screen. My message could not be delivered. I clenched my fist tightly as an unprecedented sense of unease spread through my entire body. I stared at the screen for what felt like forever until Sabrina came running back, her laughter breaking the silence.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

Read it once. Sent it.

At least I believe I did… After a freaking long fucking week's search, I recieved a small tiny little message from my trusted ally Kyle about the fucking goddam magical relic, and it led me back to the one of my most favourite and frequently visited crazy ass place, the neon-lit underbelly of this idiotic supernatural world, a highly sought high-end bar of supernaturals where the drinks were fucking strong and the secrets were even stronger.

Elena‌ asked, h​er⁠ voice bar⁠ely audible in the su‍d‍den‍ da‌rkness. Celeste‍ wait‍ed, her chest heaving‍. A momen‌t later, the screen fli⁠ckered back to life‍, but the code was gone. In⁠ i​ts plac‌e was a sing​le, simpl​e‍ text messag​e from an unlisted ter‍minal. *YO‌U A⁠RE‌ NO LONGER AN UNWANTED BRIDE, CELESTE. YOU A‌R⁠E A TARGET.*​

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

“Hayes Corp standard. We used these for field staff.” He plugged it in. The Nokia screen flickered. *1%... 2%...* Destiny stood by the door, watching the trees. “Make it fast.” The phone buzzed to life. No contacts. No call log. Just one file. *AUDIO_001.mp3* And one text, unsent, in drafts: `If you’re hearing this, I’m already dead. -M` Marian’s hand flew to her mouth. “That’s... that’s your mother’s handwriting.”

I took another sip from my whisky glass when a message entered. TARGET : Diaz Family CASE: Annihilation DATE: Today TIME: BEFORE DAWN RESIDENCE : GPS SENT TO YOUR SCREEN Not long afterwards, the location was sent to my phone. I tilt my head back, and drown the last swig off my whisky glass. I stormed out of there, I want to get this mission over with.

The message reads: Cassain just lost control over Evelessa. Thought you should see this. The recipient's name appears on the screen. Sebastian.