Unsent Texts Novels & Stories

And there, on W******p, a new message notification from an unsaved number. Three messages. My breath caught. I stared at the preview. Hi. It’s Kael.

He looked at the message for a long time. I wondered how long it would take. Seven words. No punctuation at the end. No exclamation mark, no question mark, nothing that softened or inflected or indicated how she meant it. Just the words themselves sitting on his screen with the patient weight of something that had been waiting fifteen years to be said and had finally found its moment. He put the phone down. Picked it up. Put it down again. He had sent the email. He had typed it and deleted it and typed it again and then sent it before he could talk himself out of it and now she had responded in under four hours with seven words that told him nothing and everything simultaneously.

After sending, satisfied, but a few minutes later, his smile gradually faded, if I knew in advance that you would have unblocked me soon, I would have wished for something else! . . . * The phone in her pocket rang twice, Anne Jenner picked it up, it was 【 Mitchell 】 sent, a total of two messages, the first one is voice chat, the second one is text. Leaving him on the blacklist for more than two years, because he had to clean up the phone's memory, the previous chat data was soon deleted, but looking at the chat frame still had a little sense of nostalgia. She didn't open the audio message, but pressed audio to text.

After writing something,she passed it back to me again hope you didn't forget I said we are sitting together during lunch at the school cafeteria Sorry I don't eat in the cafe, I gave her back. Well, there is always a start for everything Mel, you are going and that's final she gave me back facing the teacher concentrating on what he is explaining

Mia says trying to get everyone's attention. "You can get my attention any day babe" some clown said from the back of the crowd. "And you can get my fist in your throat" Ethan growls back, oh yeah did I mention my bestie was his mate now? It turns out that Ethan was rejected by his mate before I knew him and Mia felt her mate die a year ago. They dated a bit and now are fully mated! Anyway, that shuts the idiot up but makes some of the others snicker.

Unknown: Hey Hannah. Unknown: It’s RJ and save my number. She scrunched up her nose as she saved his number. RJ: How are you feeling? Did the drug work? Because you can ask for sick leave and just rest? She sighed as she finally typed to reply. Hannah: Hi Boss… Why are you texting me? RJ: I am not your boss… well technically, I am but. Don’t call me that. Hannah: Why are you texting me, again?

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Charlotte took William's phone, unlocked it, and opened his chat with Tessa. She scrolled up casually. The screen was filled with text, emojis, and one voice message after another. Long and short, every single one marked as read, every one listened to. "You always use the excuse that you don't like listening to voice messages, but you listened to every single one Tessa sent." "But the ones I sent you... you never even opened them." She exited the chat and switched back to their conversation. A quick scroll up revealed a screen full of red dots, like tiny drops of blood.

Because of Evelyn, the group's appetite for drama had been raised quite a bit, and every one of them was howling with anticipation. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I slowly wrote, "I tricked a virgin into giving me two biological daughters." The moment the message went out, the group went silent for three full seconds.

It was brutal, yet beautiful under the sun. When he saw me, he placed the newspaper down and pointed to the seat opposite him. "Come have a seat." He showed me a document. "These are route maps and contact codes for the cargo. I hate this flowery underworld slang. You translate." Even if he was testing me, he did it openly. I picked up the document and scanned through it professionally, taking notes with a pencil. Ten minutes later, I handed him the corrected proposal. "The third port contact is wrong. That code format is from ten years ago. Nobody in Cecile Island uses it anymore. This is a trap."