Unsent Texts Novels & Stories

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

] Jack: [Reply quickly! The messages were heartbreaking, giving me no chance to breathe. Finally, he wrote: [Fine, don't reply if you don't want to!] He then tagged me in the group chat. Jack: [Stop partying, @Ariana. Remember to take your morning-after pill (Doge emoji)] Lina immediately followed with a message. Lina: [I've wasted all these years abroad. I'm not even as open-minded as Ariana (Laughing while covering mouth emoji)]

Andrew's. I went up to my room that night and sat on the edge of my bed for a long time before I picked up my phone, turning it over in my hands, rehearsing and discarding a dozen different versions of what I actually wanted to say. Something honest. Something that didn't ask for more than I actually meant to ask for yet. I typed it out slowly, deliberately, my thumb hovering over the screen for longer than the message itself should have taken to write. "Can we talk?"

I've been with Sebastian Radford for five years, and I assume there are no secrets between us. Then, the night before our engagement party, Sebastian says, "Cece, check the group chat." I open the four-person group text, confused. "Nobody sent anything." Sebastian goes, "Oh. I misread it." When he heads into the bathroom, the tablet on the coffee table lights up with two new messages. My friend, Noelle Frasier, texts, "You scared me to death. You almost gave away our trip plans." My childhood friend, Wade Kirby, writes, "I really don't want Cece to tag along. I can't even cut loose with her around." Sebastian replies, "I'll be more careful next time." I glance at the group name. "No

She’s really had a bad attitude. * after 100000 years of waiting finally it's our turn * "Name?" at the registration area the female teacher asked us. "Lilyane Hirsch," Alaister said with a blank face. "Sabby Zraa," I said then the girl in the registrar just looked at us shocked. Hmm, I wonder why? "Is that your full name ladies?" Alaister heavily sighed before speaking. "Fine. I'm Alaister Lilyane Hirsch and this is Sabby Aeshe Zraa, and if you want proof here's our other documents" she said in a calm voice but I knew she was annoyed, she’s so grumpy right now.

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All the streams were doing well, economically and socially so, I pushed the many papers to the side then my eyes landed on the file that was on my right hand side again. I hesitated for a few seconds then pulled it to my side. It was written in bold, “EDNA WHITNEY.” I crotched my head and opened it. “Edna Whiteny, a girl who is rumoured to have been cursed at birth.” The words came out of my mouth as I tried to read the file. “She is not a wolf nor a witch, her identity is unknown.” I smiled again and shook my head as I continued to read the file.

But then, a message from his brother Martin pulled me back. “You’re invited to my little party! Come on, get dressed up and be happy!” I read his text and quickly called, needing to know more about this sudden plan. “What’s the reason for this party?” He smiled through the phone. “I’m a gentleman. I took the risk just to make you happy. It’s a small party.” “What about Marcus?” Martin’s voice softened as he leaned close. “I don’t think Marcus will mind. He cares about you. You’re the first woman he’s ever brought here, the first he’s tried for.”

The last message is timestamped months ago. *I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything. But I am.* I scroll up with trembling fingers. *Please talk to me* *Della, I never meant for this to happen* *It just—it happened and I'm so sorry* *I know you saw us. I know you hate me. You have every right to.* Higher still, until I find a message from me that I have no memory of sending. *Don't ever contact me again. You and Marcus deserve each other.*