Weird Chat Novels & Stories

Soon, she responded, "It's getting late. You should rest soon, sir. Good night." I replied to her with a "good night" as well. That was the end of the chat. I scrolled up to see our chat history. All we'd ever talked about was work. Every message Kyrie had sent me had ended with a full stop. Then, I looked at her profile picture again. It was a pink water lily that had yet to bloom. There was text on both sides of the flower—one side read "wealth", while the other read "romance". For some reason, I couldn't help but chuckle in amusement when I recalled how stoic and uptight Kyrie was. How adorable.

I snarled at him. "Ok fine your problem not mines" he responded and left. I've moved in with my sister over three months after I broke up with Alex and I can't get him out of my head or the image of him f**king my bestfriend, it seems like just yesterday. **flash back**

I'm just here for a quick fun. I began to type in some of my interests that I'd always type in. My usual interests which are New York, food, gummy worms, green tea, cherub, books, art, and the last part was something I've never typed before, I typed in Gage Stockholm. Yes I typed in Gage Stockholm and I don't know why. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like books Stranger: do u like books about sex? You have disconnected.

“Is it morning already? Did I do something horrible or embarrassing again last night? Ugh! I don’t want to open my eyes!” It’s the same line that I have been saying for the past week. I’m Vladimir something, No, my last name isn’t Something, I just don’t know it. I can’t seem to remember everything about me yet. Last week -

Double weird. " She's acting weird." Tanner mutters. " That's because she's sleeping with Stevie." I toss my half eaten shawarma on the platter on my coffee table as I grab my bottle of water. " That same douchebag. Women." Tanner sighs. " I gotta go Tan, and I'll figure out a way to find out enough information about Chase. I need to know what I'm dealing with." " Sure thing, Lauren. Be careful." " Yeah you too. And take it easy on baby Dave." I wink at him.

Seen Jane Valdez :Okay, sml. I just watched videos for drowsiness. What I just did some streaming in YouTube when someone popped up on chat head again and I accidentally clicked it. James Von Waltridge : Goodnight, Miss. See you when I see you. I don't want to see you, Mr. Jerk!

"Kael Virelli. Heard you were in town." "Marcus." Kael's voice carried nothing. "Seattle not exciting enough?" "Got to expand." Vance touched Kael's arm, false intimacy. "Heard you've been... distracted. New hobby?" "Hobby," Kael repeated. "Interesting word." "Rumor says it's a woman." Vance scanned the room, casual, practiced. "Not like you. The great Kael Virelli, brought low by romance." "Rumors," Kael said. "Unreliable."

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—

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.