Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

“Just do it. For anything important, I’ve used the same email since I was a kid. No one has hacked it yet. If I filed this, it would be under that email.” “Don’t tell me you’re talking about your stupid…” “Yup.” I cut him off. “Yes, I am.” Mason clicked log in at the top right corner and dramatically rolled his eyes before clicking forgot password and typing in Slapshotmaster69@icemail.com. I had it since I was fourteen, and it had treated me well over the years because I had used a fake name when I opened it. Everything about it had been meant as a joke, and now I couldn’t function without it because it was the only email my fans couldn’t seem to find.

But she was already reading it out. 2Tall2Bottom: U into anonymous gloryholes? I host (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) I peeked through my fingers. "Why are they all talking like GTA strip club NPCs?!" She was crying with laughter. "Mate, this is normal for hookup sites. Here see, this one straight up sent, Wyd with a dick pic attached. At least he's got humor. “Let me put my dick in dat booty." She snickered at the play of words of my username.

Is she trying to put me face down before we even start a movie? “I got work tomorrow morning, you know." "So do I." She whips her hand in the air, a smug smile on her lips. "Just call out sick. I'm sure it'll work. You are engaged to my boss' boss' boss." The alcohol makes it impossible to stop my wide smile that follows, and Sofia laughs even harder. "Like he'd allow that." "Oh, he would. I'm sure you could even convince him to call out, too." I roll my eyes before my phone buzzes against the countertop again, the

Take a look around you, it’s all gone tits up. ‘What an asshole,’ said Jackson. Timms had been ready to make something of it right there and then, even if it meant taking on all three Yanks, but something bizarre had happened. Even more bizarre than everything up to that point. Even stranger than people who were supposed to be out of it, struck down by a virus that just sent you to sleep, getting up and attacking you, shrugging off bullets and fire like it was nothing.

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.

, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied. The tips started rolling in almost immediately. Two hundred dollars in the first hour. Enough to cover groceries and the electric bill that was overdue. Grace smiled to herself, a twisted mix of shame and power running through her. No one would ever know it was her. ASlimySlut, often abbreviated as ASS, was just a faceless fantasy.

he mocked, looking her up and down. Libia shook her head. "You’re insane if you think that’s a prize for me." Tiodor stood up from his chair and, with one of his large hands, grabbed her cheek. "Stop pretending you didn’t enjoy screwing me."

Finally, he landed in a pile of dirt. This time, I was the one looking down condescendingly at him. "Stop pretending to be so affectionate with me, Johann Garner! In the end, all you care about is just your money and reputation! "Don't you expect that your feigned affection will ever move me in the slightest that I'd clear your name for you. You're a fucking adult, Johann Garner! You chose to cheat on me, so you will take responsibility for your own actions!"

sabi ni Papa. Automatic nanlamig ang kamay ko. Faculty room. Hanggang ngayon ayaw ko pa ring balikan mentally pero kailangan. “Fake message first,” sabi ni Sean nang mahina habang inaabot sa'kin 'yung printed screenshot. 'Yung dummy account, 'yung message, 'yung simpleng notification na nagdala sa’kin sa pinaka-ayokong memorya ng semester na 'yon. “Can we verify na hindi faculty 'yung sender?” tanong ni Papa.

The first mail said and I was still chuckling when I opened the second one, still from the same person, “And you see this is old man Jack, someone suggested that you might not know who it was” I smiled as I typed a quick response, “I’ve felt like shit for the past hours because of my teeth, yes it finally looks good and whoever said I wouldn’t know who sent it must be stupid, I mean who else gave me a black card, it wouldn’t take much thinking to figure out, even your mail is all you, who else would have a mail that said thatblackguard@yahoo.com phew, and I haven’t spent much because I want to be remembered when I do start spending so I have to set the face they will remember, now that its d