Cole Sprouse Twitter Novels & Stories

"Understood, sir." After five minutes, JM Corporation's official account made a post on Twitter. "Thank you for all the attention all of you have given Mr. and Mrs. Layton. We'll stop taking up public resources now! You may proceed with your day, and if you want to continue commenting about them, please do it privately. Don't bring more work for me!" The post was also accompanied by a photo of Spencer and Lucille's side profile. They sat on a couch as Spencer wrapped one arm around Lucille, while the other held a phone. She lay obediently on his chest like an adorable kitten.

I lied again and at that point, my head was as red as a tomato "Cole" "Oh really? Cole what?" I didn't think before saying "Prouse" "It's Cole Sprouse and he'll only date you in your dreams" He laughed. I felt my head was about to explode from shame. "On a brighter note, I'm way hotter than him" "Yeah, in your dreams" "Just admit it. It wouldn't kill you" "I'm leaving" "See you in school cupcake" he drove off and I started my journey back home.

Cole held the cooled coffee, cup adorned with a cute white heart. ... At the King Family mansion that evening, resting on the sofa, Helma browsed her phone, feeling the vast emptiness of the house. On Twitter, she saw official accounts had shared Cole's post, championing the mortician profession against superstitious fears. Amidst the social media chatter, her inbox was flooded with interview requests. Politely declining most, a message from Owen caught her attention. Owen: [Fancy a chat on my show, kitten?] Given the recent buzz and Owen's notable shows, Helma figured it would be a prime platform to shine a light on her profession.