Booktok Scammer Novels & Stories

It took less than a day for the scandalous video of Pembroke Group's CEO and his housekeeper to go viral. "Whoa, isn't that housekeeper the influencer who claimed she could reverse aging in 30 days?" "Oh, please. That middle-aged woman was just a scammer. Didn't you watch her later livestreams? It was fucking disgusting!" "Mr. Pembroke has quite the appetite." Due to the cheating scandal, Pembroke Group's stock price continued to drop. I seized the opportunity to buy in. Marcus stormed into my office and hurled the photos I had sent him onto my desk.

His last words sent chills right down to my guts as it reminded me of what I was truly about to face back in the real world. And it was the cruel exam horror phase or my best friend's panic phase, not even my emotional move with Asher. What I was truly about to face was something far much scarier and that was none other than… Stefan. Hey readers🌚, your lovely author is back, so sorry I haven't been able to write for about a month now, mostly due to medical reasons but I'm back and much healthier, so do look forward to more fun. steamy chapters of scammed of his heart and also check out my new book Playing Alpha. Bye.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Does everything you're wearing even add up to 300 dollars? Mrs. Walker dropped to her knees with fear. Crying, she immediately confessed, "This has nothing to do with me! I'm Jacob's friend. He called me yesterday and asked me to put on this act! "This necklace isn't even worth 300,000 dollars. I bought it online for about three dollars. It's just a zirconia necklace… He said that if I helped him with this scam, he'd give me one-third of the compensation we got from them…

Fools? "I knew he was just trying to rip us off. No wonder he's been so stubborn about not selling to us!" Mr. Dugan, who had been silent all along, suddenly dropped a screenshot from a certain shopping app into the group chat. It read, in bold letters, "Authentic Green Jewel—ten pounds for 50 dollars, free shipping." "Mr. Miller, these pears are Green Jewel too, and the seller's only selling them for five dollars a pound. Are your pears made of gold or something?" Mr. Dugan replied mockingly.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

"Mom, this amount is way too specific. And if the painting's really valuable, shouldn't I be paying them instead? "This deposit's even higher than my normal booking fee. It's so weird. If my schedule wasn't already packed that day, I honestly might've gone to check it out. "But what if it's a scam? What if they try to kidnap me or something?" The dread in my chest only got worse. Sean tensed beside me. "Don't go. There are too many scammers out there now. And don't keep the money." Ellie refunded it immediately. That afternoon, I got a call.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I told her all of it. The debt — five hundred thousand dollars signed in my name by a man who was supposed to protect me. The decision to pay it the only way I could see. The false identities, the encrypted apps, the careful construction of women who didn't exist. Twenty-two months of it. Six hundred and forty-three thousand dollars moved through accounts that left no trace back to Irina Volkov. I told her about Damien Romanov and the restaurant and the envelope and the moment I'd realized, too late, that the mark was not the mark.

I was kind of shocked, I clicked on the mail and read aloud. "Hi, I'm Agnes an acquisition editor of GoodNovel writing platform. I came across your blog 'Worlds in my head and tickets to my imaginations' I just finished reading one of your books 'My daughter's Nanny' and I'm currently reading 'Yes, master' and I love them so much. I think Master Damien is an egoistic loser who has anger issues. Poor Bella, now that she just became the personal maid of Master Damien a lot is going to happen. From what I've read your books have potentials and you have potentials as a writer. I'm approaching you to sign up your books with our platform, if you are interested, please reply my mail. I will be pati

Felix slammed the phone down hard. I hadn't even set my teacup down when Bethany called in a total panic. "Tasha, check the trending topics right now! Those bastards just put you on blast again!" I clicked the link she sent. "Unmasking Tasha Flynn—A Career Scammer Preying on Small Businesses with Vicious Tactics!"