Weird Chat Novels & Stories

Sexual and physical violence ahead who are not comfortable can leave the chapter. No bashing or negative comments are allowed. Bashers will be blocked and won't be able to read further. *********** Squeezing and clutching nandini's wrist he moved out of the building, leaving everybody flabbergasted with his behavior. Mr. Raichand look at the tiffin box and silently keep it inside manik's cabin.

"The Alpha needs to stop sending out those hot men. At least, just to make us feel better by seeing them going about as we work." Now, I was truly confused. How could the Gamma be a man when it has always been a lady? Curious to know the fact behind their words, I trotted up to them. "Sorry, but is Miss Kardashian not the Gamma?" I asked them. The two omegas looked at me like I was crazy. One of them even scoffed and hissed at me. "Oh, you probably don't know since the Beta and the Gamma went on a mission before you came." The one who hissed said to me. Ready to be the information portal, she dropped the towel in her hands on the table she was cleaning and turned to look at me fully.

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

That rhymed😁 Lena 🖤: awwn😍.. but sorry it doesn’t rhyme..🤕 Betty 💫: fool!😟 Lena 🖤: asshole😖 Betty💫: get off my phone! Lena 🖤: gladly😘 And with that, our chat ended, are we weird?.. I know I know, we are weird.. What we chatted was off but that’s Betty & Lena for you. The day is finally here!! The unveiling of ShawnLama.

Tapping on the first notification, Snarlchat opens and I smile as I see his first message. Uriel: Hey werebear. Uriel: That was my stupid way of trying to make you remember me. Uriel: Why can’t I unsend messages here? Uriel: You would think Snarlchat would understand that sometimes, we need to texts. Uriel: Can I get my messages to disappear after I send them like the Snarls do? Uriel: Let me try again. Uriel: Hey! I was thinking about you. Uriel: LAME. That’s how that sounded. Let me try one more time.

I remember it Ash: Perfect WG: It's a pain to juggle both chats SL: My anxiety is skyrocketing whenever I send a text in the main group chat MC: Me too... Ash: Anyways triple check and you'll be fine Ash: Before anything, let's establish some sort of code word to use whenever our pretense becomes a little too real Ash: Any idea? SL: Hmm PS: Something with blur? The line is blurring, or something is blurry? Ash: That works. We can slide it in easily

We continued chatting for close to an hour, as she kept asking me different questions, my likes, dislikes, and so on. She was more like her twin brother, sassy including the fact that she is flirty, which I was able to respond to less flirty. I don't like the vibes with her, as she seems rather too exposed for her age. She was able to wear away time as I waited for his return. The door opened revealing Chris as I dropped my phone logging out of my Whatsapp page. " Chris, I'm sorry for not heeding your warning. He helped me with my peanuts today. I don't know how I was in such compromising contact with him", I spewed out not sure whether I was making sense with my words.

Her huge, bloody mouth opened and closed slowly as she forced the words out. I nodded. "It's really late. Don't worry. I'll help you find some skin to wear tomorrow." She nodded like an obedient kid. The livestream chat went dead silent. After a while, someone finally typed, [What the heck is going on?] [Nine people took the stairs, and four of them are already dead. And this girl rides the death elevator, babysits the freaking bloody lady, and survives?] [Am I the only one impressed that she kept a straight face while calling a blood-soaked, skinless creature "gorgeous"?]

I am glad that they answered my message right away because I’ll be burned by my own thoughts if I remain here quietly without anyone talking to me. Anyway, Kila said the group chat has been dead. Why? I looked at the previous conversation, and the chat group was really dead. They only chat like, "Where are you?" "Is the plan going well?" "How is the business going?" Why would they be so blunt for three years? "What is he typing for, too long?" I wondered as I couldn’t reply yet because I wanted to see first what Cloud was going to send, but all I could see were three dots, indicating that he was still typing.

Hilda thought. At this moment, their gaming group chat had exploded with messages. It turned out that someone had taken Linux' photo and uploaded it onto a social networking app and Rex happened to cross the photo. Rex wrote, 'Damn, Linux! Can I ride on your coattails? Pretty please, Imported Young Man?'