Erin Gilfoy Leaked Novels & Stories

"Silas, tell me... why is this @VesperOfYouth account so obsessed with my dead mother?" It was a burner account—no posts, no followers, but it had liked every single piece of news regarding Chloe's mother. Silas's body went rigid. His tail instinctively retracted. "How should I know?" he huffed, looking away. "You don't?" Chloe reached for the tablet to check the IP logs she'd been tracing. But a flurry of new notifications cut her off: BREAKING: Tiffany Vance 'Recording-Gate' Scandal Full Video Leaked: The Truth Behind the Substitute Bride

“You know if my name gets dragged into this, I won’t go down alone.” “Oh, so that’s how this is?” His voice went defensive. “Don’t worry. No one’s trying to burn you. Relax.” I hung up. No use arguing with someone who had nothing to lose. I opened the Notes app and started a list—every name I could remember from that time. Guys who played, coached, booked, even filmed. None of them were clean. All of them were potential leaks. Miles Grady. Tomas Ortega. Reed. Coach Heller. Even that guy Niko, who ran stats.

and “repairing relationships with adult children.” Freya closed the laptop, satisfied. "Time to go have a banana milkshake." She stretched. "Hundred letters successfully sent. Yayyy..." *** By morning, the internet and whole world was on fire. “FOOTBALL PRODIGY EXPOSED?” “XANDER SAVAGE ACCUSED OF AFFAIRS WITH MARRIED WOMEN” “BRAGGING LETTERS LEAKED—IS THIS YOUR HERO?” Screenshots spread like disease. Group chats buzzed. Threads multiplied. TikTok narrations exploded.

Kim asked, feigning genuine worry as she took a seat across from him at the dining table. Gael glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her carefully. The weight of their shared secret—her pregnancy—hung heavy in the air, making his next words weigh even more heavily on his conscience. "Someone leaked the news of our pregnancy to a blogger," Gael replied, his voice laced with disappointment. "It's all over the internet now. How could this have happened?" Kim's face paled slightly, her eyes widening in feigned surprise. "What? How is that even possible? Only you, my mother, and I knew about the pregnancy. I would never betray your trust, Gael."

Gerald cursed viciously and kicked the back of Ryan's knee, forcing him down to kneel in front of Tiffany. "Get down and beg her forgiveness right now! You want everyone at my company laughing at me!" Gerald cared more about his image than anything, and he was terrified that this thing trending online would ruin the deal he'd just closed. Looking at Ryan kneeling on the ground, Tiffany's lips curled into a quick, smug little smile. She made a show of wiping her tears and, feigning generosity, spoke into the camera. "Mr. Barrett, I'm a decent person, I really don't want to drag this out and make it ugly."

"I swear it Geeg, I wasn't intending to hide anything about you. I'm proud of what we've been through, even the bad parts. It's just that at the time started to pass by, I knew Delilah would get even madder if I'd told her that you and I dated. It was a stupid thing to do and I don't even know why I did it, I didn't feel like it was a big deal until today and now I understand. If you would try to erase me from your dating history I would be really upset too." Gigi was starting to believe Liz's words until she reminded herself that Liz was a freaking liar. However, Liz's facial expression was an honest one. They both seemed breathless and about to cry, like if any single word would make them

“There’s nothing in any public record that even comes close. Even our older reports don’t go into that level of detail.” “I know,” he repeated. Silence filled the room for a few seconds. I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my heartbeat in my chest. Gerald leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “There are only two explanations,” he said. I did not want to hear them. But I knew anyway. “Either we have a leak inside the company,” he continued, “or someone has accessed our systems from the outside and has been moving through them without detection.”

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

gigi asked while ginger laughs devily. "Why not explain this" she said and handed me her phone and I saw the headline which says "SLUTY BITCH QUINCY SEEN WITH THE POPULAR CHEERLEADER BOYFRIEND JOEL" and I saw a picture of me resting my head on joel's shoulder "this can't be" I thought to myself as I stared at the picture then ginger snatched her phone from me "this is just a warning miss pathetic loser, next time is gonna be worst" she said while her pets giggled foolishly then she laughs devilish and left.

As if she could read my mind, she sent me a knowing smile. “Oh, darling. The video of your dramatic resignation is everywhere. Gossip blogs, social media. Everywhere.” I groaned quietly, pressing my fingers to my temple. Of course someone had recorded it. I could already imagine the headlines: ‘Chuck Gilbert’s Crazy Ex-Wife At It Again!’ or ‘Zoey Anderson Loses Her Mind. Again!’ Probably with an unflattering freeze frame and a dozen emojis for good measure. Angela set her glass down, her gaze soft but amused. “Not that I blame you, you know. I can’t stand Mr. Gilbert or Miss Reginald myself.”