Here is the first chapter
I hope you all like it,and Before you start reading the story, make sure to read the important part first.
Also, let me clarify here: this story does not contain any intimate scenes, so if that's what you're looking for, this may not be it. This is a rom-com that will definitely put a sweet smile on your face, I'm sure of that!
That’s all I wanted to say, so let's start with the first chapter.
Emma Carson slouched on her couch, staring at
her phone screen with a scowl. She let out a long
sigh before taking another sip of wine. It was one
thing to have a bad date; it was another to go out
with a guy like Brad who couldn't seem to hold a
single thought in his head for more than ten
seconds.
Twenty-eight, recently single, and exhausted from
the dating apps, Emma was ready to give up on
love altogether. She was a graphic designer who
had a flair for creativity, but when it came to
relationships, her love life felt like a failed art
project.
The longer she stared at her screen, the
more her irritation grew, until it all boiled over.
She opened a new text message to her best friend,
Sophie, and started venting.
∆Emma: UGH. Brad is the WORST. I mean,
canceling a date last minute AGAIN because “Call
of Duty with the guys” is so much more important.
Honestly, I’m done!
The thought of Sophie’s supportive responses
made her feel better already. Sophie had always
been her go-to for a shoulder to cry on and a voice
of reason, especially when it came to the endless
parade of disappointing dates Emma had been
enduring lately.
With her mind fully occupied by her rant, Emma
didn’t double-check the number before hitting
send. She put her phone down and sank deeper
into the couch, feeling oddly lighter after letting it
all out.
But then, her phone buzzed.
She picked it up, expecting a classic Sophie
comeback like “ditch him, he’s a dud!” Instead, she
saw:
∆Unknown Number: Wow, either your friend is
the worst boyfriend ever, or he’s extremely
dedicated to his Call of Duty ranking. Sorry you’re
going through this, but, uh… who are you?
Emma’s stomach dropped. Oh no. She quickly
checked the number she’d texted and realized she
was one digit off from Sophie’s. Heat rose to her
cheeks as she realized she’d just vented her
frustrations about her disastrous love life to a
complete stranger.
She had to fix this—fast.
∆Emma: OMG, I’m SO sorry! Wrong person!
She prayed the stranger would just ignore her,
maybe send a polite “no problem,” and let it be.
But a few seconds later, her phone buzzed again.
∆ Unknown Number: No problem! That’s probably
the best wrong-number text I’ve ever gotten. Go
on, rant away. Sounds like this Brad guy deserves
it!
Emma’s embarrassment turned to surprise.
Instead of brushing her off, this stranger actually
seemed interested. His message had a friendliness
that was comforting, and before she knew it, she
felt herself wanting to respond.
∆Emma: Haha, well… let’s just say he wasn’t a
winner. But really, I won’t dump my problems on a
random stranger.
∆Unknown Number: No, please! I’m invested now.
This sounds like an epic dating horror story.
Emma couldn’t help but laugh. She hadn’t laughed
like that in days. Somehow, just knowing she was
texting someone she’d probably never meet gave
her the courage to let loose.
She didn’t know this
person, but that also meant she didn’t have to hold
back, didn’t have to put on a filter.
∆Emma: Well, since you asked… Here’s the deal:
Brad was one of those guys who “forgets” his
wallet on the first date, says he’s looking for “a real
connection” but only texts after 10 p.m., and
actually thinks posting gym selfies is a personality
trait.
∆Unknown Number: Yikes. A “10 p.m. texter”?
That’s a red flag if I’ve ever seen one. I’d take Call
of Duty over him too, honestly.
Emma laughed again, this time harder. This
random stranger was not only funny but quick-
witted, something she’d always valued in a person.
∆Emma: Exactly! I don’t even know why I went
out with him for so long. I guess I just kept hoping
he’d magically become interesting.
∆ Unknown Number: Nah, some people are a lost
cause. Sounds like you’re better off. Consider thisone… a dodged bullet.
Emma pictured the stranger on the other end of
the phone. Was he just as charming in person, or
was he just good at texting? Either way, she felt
oddly drawn in. It was freeing to talk to someone
with no stakes, no expectations.
∆Emma: So, do you get random relationship rants
often? Or was this just good timing?
∆ Unknown Number: Ha, no, this is definitely a
first. I guess I’m your accidental therapist? I’ll send
you the bill later. ;)
∆Emma: Only if it’s pro-bono. I’m not paying for a
therapy session I didn’t book!
As the conversation continued, Emma found
herself smiling more and more. They exchanged a
few more messages, each one funnier than the last.
She didn’t even know this person’s name, and yet,
here they were, trading sarcastic remarks as if
they’d known each other for years.
The person on the other end was Liam.
Thirty
years old, a web developer with a talent for dad
jokes and a recently acquired new phone number.
After a string of forgettable dates and a somewhat
boring social life, his evening had just taken an
unexpected turn. He’d barely expected a reply, but
he was amused by Emma’s unfiltered honesty. Her
texts were lively, smart, and refreshingly real.
Liam’s phone buzzed again.
∆Emma: Okay, I’m officially out of relationship
horror stories for now. Thanks for letting me vent,
Mr. Wrong Number. You’re a surprisingly good
listener.
∆ Liam: Anytime, “Miss Right Number.” You’ve got
the best sense of humor out of anyone I’ve
accidentally met through a text mistake.
∆Emma: You know, you don’t seem half bad
either… for a stranger. Guess I’ll just leave it at
that.
Emma sat with a satisfied smile as she put her
phone away. For the first time in weeks, she felt
good. Her random venting session with a stranger
had left her feeling lighter, and as she turned off
her lamp and pulled up her blanket, she couldn’t
help but think about him—whoever he was.
Somewhere across town, Liam chuckled to himself
as he set down his phone. He hadn’t even asked
her real name, but something about their chat had
him smiling, too. And he wondered, just for a
moment, if they’d ever end up talking again.
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Texting The Wrong Number
Short Story"It all started with one wrong text..." Emma Carson's life takes a surprising twist when a breakup rant accidentally lands in the inbox of a complete stranger. But instead of ignoring her, the stranger-a witty, sarcastic guy who calls himself "Capta...
