Emma Stone The Fappening Novels & Stories

Grace quickly responded: "You're right. The last incident was indeed my fault. I’ve been wanting to apologize in person but never had the chance. However, I know an apology means little to you, so I brought you some news—" With that, she opened her phone and showed gossip about Lucas and Emily. She turned the phone around and placed it in front of Mandy: "This Emily isn’t as innocent as she seems. She may act pure in front of Meggie, but she's been having an affair with a male celebrity. Look at this—" Mandy gave her a skeptical glance before looking at the phone screen. There was a shaky video, filmed up close, clearly showing Emily. She was in the embrace of a tall man, moving through a cr

His sharp glare silenced Stella, though her disdainful expression lingered. “Justin, you have to believe me,” Emma implored, her voice trembling as tears threatened to fall. “I didn’t do it.” A sudden retching noise interrupted the tense standoff. Heidi vomited violently, expelling the contents of her stomach. Zac continued administering the saltwater until her stomach was thoroughly emptied. Finally, Heidi collapsed back onto the bed, her face pale and her body weak.

"Alexander. I've known you for twelve years. I'm asking how you are." "I'm fine. I'll be in the office by eight." I ended the call. Emma appeared in the kitchen at six forty-five, hair pulled back, wearing jeans and a simple top, looking nothing like the woman tabloids were currently describing as a calculated gold digger. She looked like someone who hadn't slept enough and was trying not to show it. She poured coffee without speaking. I appreciated that. "Sterling released a photo," I said. "Nothing damaging yet. David thinks he's bluffing."

Ruby had learned to ignore the gossip app. She had trained herself to walk past it like it was a buzzing fly — annoying, but harmless. Until today. She was walking to her locker when Lila grabbed her arm, eyes wide. “Ruby, you need to see this!” Ruby groaned. “Lila, I—” But Lila shoved her phone under her nose. Ruby froze. The screen showed a post, carefully crafted: two photos cropped and edited to look intimate. Ruby and Theo, arms brushing in the hallway, laughing in the library. A caption ran underneath:

I go into his shorts and remove the cigarettes. "I don't want you smoking until the party, deal," I ask while sticking the cigarettes into my purse? "Whatever you say, Emma." I stand on my tiptoes, and my live stream video begins to play. "Hello, everyone. It's me, Emma, streaming live from the Model Perfect headquarters. I'm with Hunter today, and he has some amazing news to tell you."

Sneering, I stepped forward and reached into his pocket to take out his phone. Lester tried to snatch it back, but I glared at him. "What's wrong? Deleting the video is better for both of us, isn't it? This thing can be a big deal or a small one—it all depends on what we choose to do with it." Lester understood what I meant. He reluctantly retracted his hand. Using face recognition, I unlocked his phone, opened his photo gallery, found the incriminating video, deleted it, and cleared the trash folder. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief and toss the phone back to him.