Bad Guys On Trolls Novels & Stories

“Then what are we even arguing for? I could go to him right now, beg and plead and tell him to take my life. Is it going to matter?” “No.” “Because why?” “Because he’s a scary mob boss.” “And you are just a little girl with an overactive imagination thinking you can outsmart one of the most ruthless businessmen in the world.” “There is no need to be so condescending.” Scarlett growled at her husband. “My wife and my daughter are sitting at breakfast telling me they think it’s a good idea to play pranks and tricks on a man who last year was rumored to have gotten rid of five men from his casino who were trying to manipulate the system. Five men, all rumored to be part of some card counting sc

"Do you even know who I am?" Joan glared at her, her hands shaking with rage. "I don't care who you are,, Apologize to the girl right now before I loose it" Joan warned. "Who are you to tell me what to do huh?" Michelle pushed her chest. "A poor freak I guess." Scarlet laughed. "I guess you haven't heard of me yet!" Joan smirked taking a step forward. "I'm Joan Howard, but you can call me Hot baddie" Joan winked and both Michelle and Scarlet broke into laughter.

Even with his face unknown, I bet H is not just brave but also kind of cute. "H, the daring do-gooder, hit with a $200 fine—being a passionate youth is no walk in the park! "And Keep, spare us the claims of innocence. Threatening people in their homes in the name of business is not just mind-blowing. It's a whole new level of absurdity. "Is this the avant-garde style of modern corporate warfare? Can't we witness some epic, high-stakes corporate battles instead?" "Isn't Keep's account basically a breeding ground for an army of trolls?

Stella smirked maliciously, envisioning her imminent triumph. However, reality did not unfold as Stella had expected. The next morning, before these new stories could gain traction, the accounts of the trolls hired by Stella were promptly blocked.

In the vast, gloomy clearing, the two groups met for the impending battle. The air was thick with tension; eyes gleamed with the determination of each individual. On Kratos' side, the bloodthirsty vampires were positioned in formation, ready to attack. At his side, Marcos, Nolan's father, led the rogue wolves who had betrayed their own people in pursuit of power.

Roger explained. “Annoying little things.” Jackson remarked. Still not looking away from me. “They can be.” I scooted my chair forward and refocused on my plate. But usually you find that, only when they’ve been goaded.” “Who’s been goading the trolls, Fiere?” Roger asked in confusion. Probably Jackson. Since he goads everyone else! He’s goading me now. After debating a few ways they could get rid of the trolls raiding at night, the boys quieted a bit.

I sighed and decided to give it. "Eat.." He gave me the burger. "You're freaking annoying." "I agree with that." Leon said. "Can you just take him away? Go to the strip club or something.. find him a girl!" I looked at his friends and they laughed. "We tried.. but he still stuck to one name.. Kimberly Medilton." "What a liar." I laughed sarcastically. "He even rejected Savanna. Savanna is like the hottest girl at school." Clay said and I laughed. "Are you expecting me to believe that?"

But what shocked me were the comments beneath it. [Homewrecker bitch!] [Two men still aren't enough for this whore! She should be stripped naked and thrown into the streets for every man to take turns on her!] [Her dog's just as nasty and manipulative as she is. They should both die.] One obscene message after another. I laughed bitterly. "What, are they wrong?" Daniel's eyes blazed. In his mind, there was no doubt—we had hired trolls to post those comments. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me across the floor to the emergency room doors, then tossed me like trash onto the ground.

All of a sudden, a post caught her attention. "The Long-lost Daughter of the Stone Family Returns." The post in question was overshadowed by posts about the charity banquet. Nonetheless, the number of likes on the post was still rising. Giselle scrolled through the comments section, which was mostly filled with congratulatory messages. As for the comments that expressed doubts, they were indiscriminately attacked by other random users. Giselle casually clicked into the feed of those users and confirmed that they were just internet trolls. It was not that she could not stand seeing others do well. It was simply too obvious of a scheme.

And just like the best actor I was, I tried to change my facial expression into a very sweet fucking smile, and Carla began. “Good morning, Exclusives! This is Carla Garner, and we’re here again for another pleasant, juicy, and of course—exclusive broadcast with our favorite real-life personalities. Today sitting with us is none other than our famous, rich, and handsome ‘new kid on the block,’ the owner of Stark Apparel Inc., Mr. Gabriel Stark!” The audience around us erupted into a round of applause. They fucking left the game to watch this stupid interview. I waved to the camera and grinned as if this kind of thing pleased me.