Unsent Texts Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

The screen loaded slowly, the old operating system taking its time, and we sat in the quiet of my room and waited. The three saved numbers appeared first. Then the one sent a message to the contact D that I’d already read. Then the notification icon appeared. A new message. Received six minutes ago. From an unsaved number. I opened it. Four words. No greeting, no signature, no context. Gregory is in K. Pack. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Waiting. I wanted to sink myself in the corner of a dark room, cocooned in a blanked, crumpled, ignored. Eyes shut tight and doing nothing at all until time passes by and I am gone. I wish I wasn’t human. Stupid humans, wanting to survive. Even the unforgivable ones. I sighed as I looked at the computer screen with Liza’s smiling face on it. A massive single world in bold underneath. Missing.

Hearing it just made me miss him so much. "Hello, Micheal." "Baby, i been calling and texting you for weeks. You blocked me and won't even return my calls. I have texted you a hundred times. Just please hear me out. I'm trying baby. I know you mad but i can explain." "Micheal, stop! I don't wanna talk about that over the phone." "Baby please meet me so I am explain. I promised I would never hurt you and I haven't. This is all a misunderstanding." He began to pled his case into the phone.

Maxine didn't get to finish cause Ella covered her mouth. We stopped playing when our professor came in. Hiding the bottle, we used for the game, and we just patiently waited for the lesson of the professor. I quickly checked my phone under the desk because it vibrated alerting me of a notification. And it was from F******k. Someone added me. Jacob Valdez sent you a friend request. Accept / Delete Hmmm Jacob Valdez? Who is this guy? Meh I should just check it later at home, who knows what my professor will do when I get caught using a phone at class.

I suggested, and he smiled at me and stepped on the accelerator. We arrived at forest pack in no time, and Mason led me to our bedroom. The moment I sat on the bed, my phone dinged, and I got a message from an anonymous sender. It read 'Vermin and Sccum of the earth.' I was shaken by the words, and I did not know who sent the text. I froze until Mason sat next to me. "What's the matter?" he asked, and before I could speak, he saw the screen on my phone and took it from me. He turned off the phone and put it down.

*Your kind gesture warms my heart, really* he said and I giggled. *People have always said I am a good girl* I sent. We kept texting that I forgot that I am actually texting with airtime. I was disappointed when my text refused to send indicated that I no longer have airtime. "Damn" I cursed under my breath. I checked the time and it still remains an hour to closure I then decided to round up and go home.

he replied with a smile before passing Hunter a gestural head nod in greeting “A very busy day I see.” “Khong co ngay nao chung ta khong Hyuong.” She replied and her response extracted a chuckle from the man. She wrote down something on two different papers and handed one over to Hunter and Mr. Huong. “You two have your seats, you’ll be attended to in a minute” she said and sent the both of them a smile before retiring to the back. Hunter opened his paper and the message inside read ‘be back at seven’ And so, he left.

" I should leave now" "Partner with someone so you don't have to work twenty four hours. I want to know how many time he goes to toilet, and what he eat for dinner. You better be serious with this job" Adam said. He nodded, bowed and left. He turned to Callum, " you are excused" and he stood up, winked at me and left. I looked at him surprised. Did he just winked at me ?. " Brother don't you think it is odd that we didn't get a scent? I think they used magic" Evan said. I almost laughed magic. Really?. So I now live in a Fairytale.

Ariane’s POV One day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious.