Fake Instagram Post Novels & Stories

Gil asked. “Which comments? I didn’t see any post from you.. I was the one who posted on Facebook.”Maan said. “I posted on my Instagram account.” Gil answered. “Why do you always post on Instagram?You know I don’t have an Instagram account. You’re unfair.” she said. “ I was already tagged on your Facebook post, so I don’t see a need to post the same content. It’s nice to have an Instagram account too you know. You should make one.” he suggested.

Of course, I used the fake name, I just need to see the posts, and that’s it. That’s another day talk that I visited Inessa’s profile, at least seven times now. One minute I was checking my and Inessa’s pictures from the last night, the next second I was in her profile. She posted some of her getting-ready pictures, one in front of the mirror after she was ready for the night, and many other. with 269k followers I must say, she is a celebration of the online world. Her most post around her daily life, working in the charity, gala, schools, church, bible quotes, her travel vlog, friends, siblings, just everyday things.

I understand that she had a hard time when we became a couple. I opened my I* account, and I know that I have so many followers, and a lot of them comment on every post that I make. And right now, as I lay awake, I couldn't stop expressing how I felt, so I posted on my I* that I am in love with my girl. After that, I got so many notifications, and when I looked at my post-it has thousands of likes and comments already. I sat up on my bed when I read some of the comments, and I was stunned that most girls challenged my girlfriend to show herself to everyone during one of my football games, and some say it must be this coming Saturday.

"Well, since we share the same name, I can spare you some money if you're truly struggling to live by. But lying isn't very becoming of a young lady, you know." I clenched my fists and took a deep breath to suppress the fury bubbling inside me. "Are you sure she's Deborah?" I asked Isaiah. "Of course! Now get lost already. I've never seen anyone so shameless!" I stared them down before pulling out my phone to log into my dormant Instagram account. Then, I made a new post with the caption, "I'm back." Immediately, a flood of comments came pouring in. "Whoa! You're finally back! Where have you been these past months? You promised to jam with us when you got here!"

The moment I stepped in front of the mirror, even I was stunned. “So pretty.” “Of course. My best friend has to be pretty.” She immediately grabbed her phone, took ten mirror selfies in a row, and posted the unedited photos straight to Instagram. The likes came in almost instantly. [Gorgeous. Excuse me while I lose my mind. I’m your long lost wife, remember me?] [Beautiful, just so you know, I’ve never been kissed. Could you kiss me? I’m a girl, by the way.] [Oh my God, she’s already pretty on a normal day, but when she actually tries, she becomes unreal. Post more. I’m invested.]

He asked since I was lost in thoughts again. "I want that project to be in motion as soon as possible or else I will have you fired. Now get out..."Nina, what are you doing to me? I got out my phone, tapped on my Instagram app, searched for her and there our morning post was with one million likes in two hours.Getting my husband ready. Isn't he a gem?Some comments were hilarious, others sweet and very few mean.I kissed the photo on the screen and begun talking to it, "We do look good together..."

It might be hard to believe but I was content with my less than one thousand followers count. The increase in followers isn’t the only new thing I notice. The pinned comment has generated more likes, same as mine. There are about one hundred replies under my comment but I don’t check them. This is so fucked up. Back to my WattsApp, I send Maria a text. Me: What’s going on? Maria: You’re popular!!! Not funny. She highlights one of the pictures she sent. I didn’t d******d it so I do it now. It’s a repost of my picture from vogue. Vogue USA shared my post on their Instaagram story with my reply to that comment as their caption.

"Damn Iñigo even the sound of your laughter was hot." Oh shoot I did not just said that. My cheeks scalded, "I-I mean y-you're hot but I mean -umm never mind." He chuckled at my embarrassment. Again. And are those two dimples on his cheeks. Whoa! No way! Grabbing my phone, I quickly snagged a shot and posted it on my instagram account. "Hey what did you just do?" He frowned trying to grab my phone. "Why did you post my photo?"

There was a sly grin on her lips. "Trust me. This method is way more effective." When I finally got my phone back, I realized that she had posted the photo of us on my Instagram Story and set it to "close friends only". It looked like I was showing Ingrid off on purpose.

I love this face, and it’s lying right between my tits like it fucking belongs there. Shaking my head at myself, I open the I*******m account—the fake one I made out of boredom. The only account I’m following is a fake account of Marco—a bookstagram account where he posts his favorite quotes. A message request sits at the top of the screen, making me pause. I’ve had spam messages before from stupid groups I was added to, where they shared links to p**n videos. But this one is different. I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still.