Among Us Clickbait Novels & Stories

Five minutes passed in complete stillness. I stared at the screen, then lowered my phone and began contacting several clickbait media accounts I had worked with before. They thrived on attention and controversy. If they wanted traffic, I could provide it. Whether the publicity was good or bad did not matter to them as long as it brought engagement. Just as I was about to send the materials, my phone rang. Alexander. For a brief moment, something soft stirred inside me. I wondered if he had seen the situation online and was calling to ask if I was alright.

So, naturally, people clicked on the post immediately. The content of the post claimed that over the past few months, she had abused her sister, framed her classmates, and betrayed her boyfriend. Anyone with the slightest bit of media experience could tell that this was a professional hit piece. The narrative was full of twists and suspense and was highly engaging. Shortly after it was posted, the thread was shared across multiple platforms. With the usual gossip-loving online crowd, on top of the paid bots that were fueling the flames, Summer was instantly pushed into the limelight.

It’s is on fire with notifications and messages #AmaraPodcast trending number one. #FakePregnancy number two. #BabyFlipOff number three. I open the top clip. Amara’s face fills the screen, makeup heavier than usual, eyes wide and teary, sitting in a podcast studio with some bro-host who looks like he’s trying not to grin too hard.

"You underestimate the importance of your name, Mr Ashford. Just having your name appear in the headline is enough to generate millions of views." "Are you calling me a clickbait?" Sheepishly, Melissa touched her nose. "I prefer the term ‘Buzzworthiness’ as we say at BuzzFeed." She made another attempt to persuade him. "Just one story would help me support my family. Besides, since you already know nothing happened, it won't harm you in any way. Would you please—" "Don't spout nonsense," Damien snapped impatiently. "Delete those photos." What if his near panic attack was caught on camera?

Just having your name appear in the headline is enough to generate millions of views. ‘Are you calling me clickbait?’ Sheepishly, Alessia touched her nose. ‘I prefer the term “buzzworthiness,” as we say at BuzzBeat.’ She made another attempt to persuade him. ‘Just one story would help me support my family. Besides, since you already know nothing happened, it won’t harm you in any way. Would you please—’ ‘Don’t spout nonsense,’ Logan snapped impatiently. ‘Delete the photos.’ What if his near panic attack was caught on camera?

he reads and he realizes that she swiped right on the previous message to reply to him. “You might wanna go through the comment section … it’s juicy” she double texts him after he doesn’t reply to any of her messages and that prompts him to click on the link. “If I click on this link, I find out that this is one of your click baits, I am blocking your ass with immediate effect and uttermost alacrity” Caleb mutters as he waits for the video to load.

Women surrounded them, and phone numbers were pressed into their palms and slid into the pockets of their slacks. They were shamelessly flirting with them. He noticed some silly women trying to seduce them with their huge breasts, which he knew were not natural. He had gotten his fair share of experiences, even though he was not interested in them. The only reason he had given any of these women a fraction of his attention was when he wanted to blow off some steam.

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

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