Among Us Rip Offs Novels & Stories

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.

"They diffused the problem." "Good enough. Let's go, Chris." Rip hauled the guy to his feet. "Tell Amy I'll come get a statement from her tomorrow, if she's up to it." Olivia nodded. Once Rip left, she closed her eyes and let out the most God-awful sob Nate had ever heard. And that was it. The straw that broke the soldier's back.

I didn't mean to hurt him, and I certainly didn't mean to steal Amanda's credit. "I'm sorry, Amanda. Please don't be angry at me." As she spoke, she buried herself in Brandon's arms, wiping her tears. James scoffed. "What a brilliant act, Kate. You felt sorry for the patient's mother? Do you really think no one knows that you secretly accepted bribes from her?" "What are you talking about? I didn't!" Kate blanched. Her voice rose, cracking under the strain as she failed to keep her usual gentle composure.

"No wonder this team-building trip seemed so cheap. She was in cahoots with the venue the whole time. "Keeping someone like this around is a disgrace to the admin department and a liability to finance. Sheryl, do us a favor and pack your bags. Return the money, or I'm calling the cops." I sat at my desk, staring at the screenshots. The transfer receipts were blurry, and even the dates looked double-exposed. It was a laughably bad Photoshop job, yet the entire office bought it. I tapped on the images, zooming in on this supposed farm manager. The avatar was a pig, and the username was just "Bob".

he answers. "Rip my heart out, Hiro." His voice was cold when he said it with finality, every word was sharp and piercing, and his eyes were challenging him to do it. Hiro looked around to find that nobody was batting an eye. As if it wasn't a rare occurrence for the psychopath in front of him to just ask anyone to rip his fucking heart out. And he had never killed a man nor a supernatural. Ripping one's heart out equates to death. No being had managed to live from it. At least none that he knows of.

They had seen my supposed 'matchmaking flyer' at a local park. The flyer had not only had my phone number, but had also included detailed personal information about me. Worst of all, it had explicit slogans plastered on it: 'Lonely and desperate, yearning for relief.' 'Everything's ready in bed. I'm just waiting for you.' 'Urgently seeking a lover—the first to succeed, I'm yours to do with as you please!' After seeing the flyer, the two men had called the number listed. The person on the other end had gleefully agreed after hearing their 'qualifications.'

Though I was the person featured in every photo, I had never even known they existed. My photos cause a frenzy online. "Holy crap, this is insane!" "Is this real? I like Scott. He doesn't seem like that kind of person. Is this some publicity stunt?" "Don't defend him. He's clearly a pro. The photos aren't fake." "How disgusting. I'm gonna throw up." I scrolled through page after page of vile comments, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

"I've already replaced your card. You're doomed." The high reward excited the crowd and they surged over. Punches rained down as I crouched on the ground.

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

I think he hates me more than Matt. I walk down the hallway slowly, the bass of the music blasting through from all sides. Then suddenly, my phone beeps. I quickly dip my hand in, taking out the phone. It’s a message from Ripper. (Ripper: Hey, Ash. We have a deal you’d need to look into: offshore rigs. Get the files from Matt. When you’re ready to go, holla at me.) I stare at the message for a few seconds, my body running cold.