Weird Chat Novels & Stories

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

After I sent that message, everyone in the group chat erupted. It didn't take long for the messages to come flooding in. "What?" "That twist is brutal!" "Dude, why does that sound kind of familiar?" "Wait. Why does this sound like what that woman was talking about a few days ago?" A faint smile graced my lips as I added, "She and her 'true love' are still stupid enough to think the kids are theirs." That line set the group off completely.

One she hadn’t visited in a long time. Curiosity won. She checked the online list. Pressure. A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it. She typed. ShyPus: Heyy, Pressure. The reply came fast. Pressure: Oh wow. Look who decided to text me. Chelle took another sip of brandy, eyes flicking back to the screen. ShyPus: Yeah, yeah. It’s me. Pressure: After our last convo? That one was weird as fuck. Her fingers paused. Then—

“This is a weird thing to shake.” “What about this isn’t weird?”

why are you awake by this time" "Couldn't sleep and I'm guessing it weren't just me huh" "Want a drink" she says with a sigh "Ain't it too late for you guys to be drinking " Arthur says as he come in while yawning. "You're invited besides alcohol doesn't have an effect on werewolves" Mom says with a chuckle as she grabs the glass and a bottle of whiskey. "So, how did you find Arabelle" Arthur says breaking the silent tension.

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to call you uh-bitch. It just kind of, sort of came out and-" He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's okay. In fact even I can use it. Many people call me weird too." We are all a little weird in our own little weird way. That's what makes us different. I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself."

Ruby messaged her. Imajewel messaged you Lia opened the chat option Imajewel : You are my friend Lia could see her talking like this. Imajewel : Thus is my number. You message me here. Lia didn't think it was weird. In fact, messaging on Wowee was not good. Because it has all kinds of options, you would spend less time on talking and more on playing. A very distracting app. So only adults have a messaging option. Lia saved the number and sent her a message.

I am certain that we share not just the same look, but the same feeling of confusion. “You’ve seen it?” Reidar asks. “We’ve…” Shaking my head, I let out a long breath. “There is no way for me to explain this without sounding crazy. We’ve been having shared visions of a woman with a mark that is…” I look back at Magnus and he nods in understanding. This time, I don’t even have to say anything in our weird link. He pulls his shirt off and I do the same, turning so that they can see our marks.

weird guy : who knows what intentions you have me : listen mister I already told you it's an accident not intentionally happened weird guy : such an attention seeker me : what the hell you said who wants your bloody attention I will burn myself alive instead to get your attention, huh attention my foot weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, seeing the email pop up in my inbox. "I have it; stay on the line." I barked, opening the link that took me to what looked like an outdated chatroom. "What is this?" I asked James, but Maxwell, yet again, had the answers I sought and answered from behind me before James could. "It's a supernatural hangout, usually used by rogues to communicate with others." He commented with boredom polluting in his tone. I knew my lack of knowledge had altered his opinion of me, but frankly, I couldn't care less right now. There were more important things going on than impressing him.