Unsent Texts Novels & Stories

When Carl called, my swollen eyes flicked to the time—almost eleven. The phone buzzed in my hand, fresh tears splashing onto the screen. Three calls. I didn't pick up. Surprisingly, the fourth was from Mia. I was about to shut off my phone when Carl's message popped up: [Stop messing around. I'm not coming back tonight. Stay safe. Your condition isn't serious, right?] A bitter laugh slipped out. I replied: [Not serious at all. Have fun. I'm going to sleep.]

Curious, and wary…Claire stepped forward and picked it up. Her name was written on the front. She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she opened it and pulled out the card inside. The words were written in bold handwriting. *Welcome to my world, beautiful. You’re mine now. I will give you the world if I have to.* The words were like a punch to the gut. Claire’s grip on the card tightened as a wave of anger and disgust washed over her. She could almost hear Don Linus’s voice in her head, smooth and confident, dripping with possession. Her jaw clenched, and she felt her heart pound harder in her chest.

Back then, I liked it. But that guy? He was long gone. And me? I wasn't the girl who built her world around him anymore. My phone buzzed on the pillow. It was from Kallie. [Michael, this is the happiest birthday I've had in years. Thank you. I'm really happy. Oh, and I prepared a surprise for you on my social media. Go take a look.] Before I could even blink, the message disappeared. Kallie: [Oops, sorry Elsa. Sent that to the wrong person. Please don't be mad, okay?]

I just walked in and quietly waited for someone to call me. The doctor took me in, asked a few questions, and did a couple of tests. Minutes passed but I sat patiently and waited for her. Then she returned, holding a file. Her eyes looked cautious. “Luna Avelyn…” she said softly, “you’re pregnant.” My throat dried instantly. “What?” “You’re sixteen days pregnant.” I blinked fast. Sixteen days? The wedding was exactly fourteen days ago. And before that… My breath caught in my throat as I remembered.

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.

I calmly read the furious comments on the screen, my eyes showing no emotion. I picked up my coffee, took a gentle sip, and issued the command inside my mind. 'System, transfer target: Maisie. 'Transfer damage type: Reputation.' [Ding—Command confirmed.] [Transferring reputation damage to target: Maisie…] In the very next second, a dramatic reversal took place. Every single insulting comment directed at me on my related news and social media platforms vanished completely in an instant.

I see one missed call from Ian and a text from five minutes ago. Ian Quinn: Where are you? I frowned at his text then noticed the text I typed a few hours ago is still in my inbox. Shoot, I forgot to send it after bringing Hannah her hair brush. I canceled the text I’d written to tell him I was staying over at Hanna’s today. Reconstructed the message with the right tenses this time. Me: At Hannah’s. She’s upset, will update you later. Staying with her tonight. I hit send and it shows the text is received and read seconds later. I wait a few moments for a reply, when none comes I take my phone with me back to the leaving room.

I'd texted him that evening saying, 'Hey, something urgent just came up. I'm sorry but I have to cancel.' That was about ten minutes after I'd texted, 'So excited about tonight! I've decided to cook for you so please don't eat anything. My address is: xxxx xxxx xxx' I'm a coward because I'd sent him a text message to cancel instead of calling him. I'd been ashamed because what was I going to say this time? I said I was going to make it up to him and now I was cancelling again.

We were just good acquaintances. "Aye aye captain!" She giggled before running towards him and jumping into a hug. Smiling at her precious childishness, I went to Liza's car and waited inside for a few minutes when my phone vibrated, indicating there was a new message. Hey, I am sorry, but max and I are going over to his place. His parents are not home sooo...Drive safely! I will see you tomorrow. k bye! xoxoxo

Several times he asked Avis but never received the answer he wanted. “Give me Daisy’s address.” Dash held out his hand to Avis, testing Avis’s sincerity. "No, I can’t help you because I don’t know." Avis replied “What about social networks?” Dash continued to question. “We did not add our names on the friends’ list.” Dash was suspicious, Avis. So Dash had to search Daisy’s information on the internet. It’s not difficult to have whatever he needed. After then Dash started to send a lots of messages to Daisy. He thought Daisy would reply to him immediately but everything he sent was like a rock in the water. Although Daisy was usually online. It took him for several weeks. At the first time,