Emma Stone The Fappening Novels & Stories

But before she could, the webpage suddenly refreshed, and an error message appeared. Everything was gone. The posts, the videos, the comments—all erased in an instant. What just happened? Emma’s fingers tightened around her phone. She realized that someone had pulled the plug on the entire scandal and had taken down the video, but at that moment, she didn’t want to know who. She didn’t care. The damage had already been done. She needed to leave. Panic clawed at her throat. The hospital felt suffocating, the walls pressing in on her from all sides. She shot up from her seat, mumbling something about needing air, and bolted out of Dr. Allen’s office.

By the time I make it to campus, first period is half over. I slip into English class with my sunglasses still on, ignoring Ms. Chen's disapproving look as I slide into my seat. It takes approximately three seconds to realize something's wrong. The whispers start immediately. Heads turn. Someone snickers from the back row. Beside me, Kara slides her phone onto my desk, open to someone's I*******m story. My stomach drops as I stare at the screen. It's me, standing by the pool in nothing but my black bralette and partially unbuttoned jeans, looking very drunk. The caption reads: LILY GRAVES GONE WILD🔥🔥🔥

He kept his head down, not daring to meet Emma's eyes. Emma choked back tears as she blocked my body. "Only Liam and I truly cared about her. The funeral doesn't need your help!" Julian and Dominic stood frozen in place like soulless statues, completely submerged in regret. On the afternoon of the funeral, Emma logged into my live stream account with red-rimmed eyes. She took a deep breath, her voice thick with tears yet firm with resolve. "Today, I'm holding a funeral for Stasia, and I'm live-streaming the whole thing. I want everyone to see the truth!"

"Not bad at all." Cass then quickly grabbed her phone, sat up against the headboard. She flipped to video mode and started recording. She started the video with her normal smiling face, then smirked widely before opening her mouth for the camera. Showing the copious amounts of Neil's thick sperm in her mouth. She wrote a quick caption before saving the photo for later. It read: "Look what I got." That would surely get Isaac going.

Vic interrupted. I rolled my eyes, and kept eating my pretzel. “Are you new around here, Nemesis?” Talia asked me. I nodded. “I just moved in yesterday.” I added. “Are you going back to school?” She asked me. “Yes and No. Nemesis is in college. Don’t let that fool you on her age though, she’s still only 17.” Vic answered for me. Talia looked at Vic, annoyed by how she answered for me. “Are you still in highschool, Victoria?” Cian asked her. Vic nodded. “Well, obviously.” Talia added, implying that Vic is immature. Vic scoffed audibly. “Ladies, ladies, ladies. There’s no need for hostility. We’re all just getting to know each other, right?” Declan broke the tension. Vic nodded. “Of course!” S

she says pointing at the one and only. Easton Hayes. Almost like he could feel my eyes burning holes on the side of head he turns towards us then looks at me with shock evident on his face "Omg he's looking over here!" Emma squeals in my ear a little too loud for my liking He then regains his composture and winks causing me to glare at him and him to laugh at my reaction obviously not noticing the squealing girls behind me "Ahhhh and he winked too!" Emma squeals again causing me to turn around and look at them

Conversations stopping when I passed. Something was wrong. Emily found me near the humanities building. Her eyes were red, her movements jittery. “You need to see this,” she said, grabbing my wrist. She pulled out her phone. My breath left my body. An anonymous post. Campus forum. Screenshot-heavy. Title: Sterling Family Drama – Student Involved? There were photos. Me. Ethan. Too close. Too many moments taken out of context and stitched into something ugly. And then the caption that made my hands shake:

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

The crimson colour of embarrassment was still evident on my cheeks as we made our way out of the building. “Can you believe she didn’t recognise Ezra Stone?! Does she live under a rock?” Emma’s remark was said in a whisper, but a very loud one. I was pretty sure she knew I could hear her. Her partner in crime Tiffany laughed. “I know right. I don’t even know why he’s asked her to meet him.” “Maybe to give her some fashion tips.” Emma quipped. They promptly burst into hysterical giggles.

He was taller and heavier than Max, but Max didn’t back down. “No, Jackson. I’m very curious how you don’t think it will hurt you and that pretty little girl you have acting for you,” Max said. Jackson nearly punched him. “Easy,” Jackson whispered. “I got home early that night and surprised Emma with flowers. We put the video online. It was a live stream.” Jackson pulled out his phone, swiped the fingerprint scan and scrolled through F******k. “See? It got nine-hundred and eighty-seven likes,” Jackson told Max. He hit play on the video to show Emma walking through the door and seeing a room full of flowers. Her smile lit up the dim garage. She’d been so surprised.