Among Us Clickbait Novels & Stories

Like a debt. My phone buzzed from the nightstand, and I nearly screamed. But it was just a notification, a text from an unknown number. No words, just a link to a website. I shouldn’t click it. I knew I shouldn’t click it. But I clicked it. The screen loaded for a moment before it prompted me to a local news site. The banner headline made my vision go gray at the edges: THREE MEN FOUND DEAD IN ALLEYWAY Below it, three photos shown clearly and recognition seized my brain.

“What happened?” Ava told her everything. The encounter in the parking lot, the elderly woman’s story about her sick grandson, the money she had handed over without question, and now the discovery that none of it had been real. “There’s no patient,” she finished, her voice tight with frustration. “No Raphel Grey, no heart surgery, no desperate grandmother. I was completely played.” Camilia was quiet for a moment, processing the information with the analytical mind that made her such a good lawyer. “That’s pretty sophisticated for a simple con job. Most scammers don’t do that level of research.”

“Unbelievable. I mean, yeah, we blew up faster than expected—but why does everyone assume it’s a scam instead of skill?” “They didn’t even taste our menu or experience our spa or see the sunset from the cliffside deck,” Sarah continued, her voice rising with frustration. “They're judging a book they’ve never even held.” “They’re not interested in facts,” Mark muttered. “They’re interested in clicks. Outrage spreads faster than truth.” I clicked on the comment, hoping to see a refute, but to my shock, the comment under it had even more likes…Two hundred thousand plus likes! I gasped as my thumb hovered over the hateful comment, rereading it like it might make more sense the second time.

I lose my jacket and the conversation hums flawlessly, Benta going on and on about how her boyfriend won't go down on her and Lisa telling her to dump him. My mind goes to when Cassian did that and my clit throbs. “What are you pouting about?” Benta asks. I clear my throat. “Nothing, I just miss having sex.” They grin. “They're so many hot strangers here,” she says looking at a tattooed guy by the corner talking with his friends. “You could go home with him.” I squirm. “I'm over the bad boy phase.” Their eyebrows raise. “Don't even ask.”

“What can I say? She’s easily the prettiest girl in this bar.” Jason smiled and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.” Rebecca pulled from the young man’s hold and took a long drink of her beer. “I’m not handing out jobs or raises, so save the flattery. It will get you nowhere.” “Well damn it to hell!” Adam mumbled. “I was always told that flattery would get you everywhere.” “Yes, well, your grandmother lied to you.” Jason poked his friend in the cheek before turning back to Bill. “Did I hear you say that you moved to this area to work for oil and gas clients? I didn’t know you weren’t from this area.”

One blazing midsummer day, 49 of my colleagues and I are suddenly added to an unfamiliar gaming group chat. A notification window popped up with a message. "Attention, players. This is a survival game set in an apocalyptic world. Players who succeed in surviving for a week will get a share of the 100 million dollar prize pool." The system then dropped a ten-million-dollar gift that anyone could claim, as if it were afraid that we wouldn't believe it. My colleagues, who at first believed that we had somehow gotten ourselves involved in a scam, immediately changed their tune when they got their hands on the money.

“I just saw that you were obsessed with work and wanted to draw your attention. Haven’t you ever heard of ‘clickbait’?” Abel had heard this term before, and he was successfully hooked. Abel stood up from the sofa and casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. His face and voice were both calm. “To a certain extent, it’s a form of deception.” Ruth raised an eyebrow. “It’s just in the title. Only those with ulterior motives would be fooled.” Abel did not speak and took two steps forward. Ruth lifted her leg and pressed it against his advancing leg.