Visual Novel Dialogue Box Novels & Stories

Teenage A stood opposite the box containing her older continuation. “Can we expand her?” Claire nodded. “If she wants.” The box shouted: “YES.” B: “ME TOO.” C: “NOW.” The Elena Blackwood box remained silent. Adrian stepped closer. “Elena?” No answer. Current Elena looked at him. “Don't assume silence means consent.” “I know.” They expanded A, B and C separately. Three elderly women appeared. Different. A immediately demanded water. B asked everyone to stop staring. C looked at teenage C and said:

There were only two texts exchanged. I groaned, realizing he must be one of those freaks who delete their messages right after the conversation ended. Shaking my head, I moved to the next chat. It was Dixon. ‘ Say Hi to Luna for me. ’ There was a single text from Dixon that was left on seen. A smile lit my lips when I scrolled down and found only stupid one or two texts in all chats. He was definitely ‘type-freak’. Finding nothing of interest, I moved to the gallery. My smile dropped at the first image. I clicked on the image and just stared at it for a good few seconds.

Elara Four recordings into the brass box, and nothing back. Four. The box sat on the table by the window under a folded shawl, and four times I'd spoken into it the way I'd been shown, careful and useful and full of the things he'd want, and four times I'd waited for the click and the low hum that meant something was coming back down the line to me, and four times it sat there dead as a stone. I didn't know what I'd done.

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I said, and meant it. He shouldered his empty box and headed for the door. The last light fell across the console, and the small green blink in the corner was steady, patient, like a light waiting for someone to answer it. I walked to it and brushed the dust away until the screen breathed through. A single line of text glowed faintly and then, like a heartbeat, it blinked. PHOENIX.

It was a double-edged sword with stupid written all over it no matter how you slice it. I opened up Sven's laptop again and ran my eyes over the chat log several times. My fingers shook when I held them up to the keyboard. Me: >Okay. Call me. The notification for an incoming call popped up immediately, making my stomach heave with nerves. I scrolled my cursor over to it and hit 'accept'. The notification disappeared and brought me to a larger interface with my profile photo in the corner of it and User334003388's blank profile picture front and center. I swallowed thickly, glancing down to make sure my mic was on as well as theirs.

There is black later tucked in inside the opened lid, and a black sheet is covering something inside* Olivia: There's a black letter in the box Olivia: [image attached] *it is a picture of the black cover removed, showing hidden objects inside the box* Olivia: So Olivia: There is a phone in it and a small device with a screen that tells me to pick a color Olivia: [Image attached] *Image of the black card addressed to Olivia* Olivia: There's the card too with my information at the back, my ID and hybrid number as well Ash: wait back to the device Ash: It says to pick a color? Olivia: Yeah Olivia: Red, Green, Purple, Pink, Oranges, Yellow or Blue

He glanced toward Eleanor. She handed him a small wooden box. Adrian smiled before turning back to Nova. “This belongs to all of us.” He opened the box. Inside lay dozens of folded pieces of colored paper. “What are those?” Nova asked. “Messages.” “From whom?” Daniel grinned. “Everyone.” “You’ve been wondering whether your speech is enough.” Nova looked embarrassed. “I may have mentioned that once or twice.” “More than twice,” Emma said with a smile. Gentle laughter filled the room.

I sighed, closing the image, and snapped a quick photo of Yuna snoozing, sending it to Lena: [Here's my hot date. Lena didn't reply, so I checked my other messages. Ron: [???] He'd been waiting on a response to his earlier texts. I ignored it and kept scrolling until a message from "BX" caught my eye. I didn't recognize the name. All my contacts were saved with real names, so I figured it was spam. But curiosity got the best of me. I clicked it open, and the message read: [Looking forward to our game, Snooker Girl.]

*drooling emoji* A few seconds later, another message came through. UNKNOWN: You don't believe me, do you? Fine. I'll show you. Three pictures appeared beneath it. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I opened the first one. Kai was lying against Sebastian's bare chest, grinning at the camera like a fucking hyena. The second one was of Kai's neck and upper chest covered in fresh love bites. The third picture made my stomach drop. It was taken from behind.