Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

Fake Camden snickered as his eyes roamed my body. “Little? A beached whale is smaller than her. She just always believed us when we told her how beautiful and gorgeous she looked. C’mon over to us so that we can show you how to treat a slut like you. I want to make you cry and watch as you bleed all over my cock,” Fake Thad said with a flick of his head. I walked a little further away from my people before I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest. I was not going to give into what it wanted because it would piss them off. Kail needed to see this, so I would give him a great demonstration.

"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

“She really had low standards. What's your point?” “People will misunderstand if they see us like this.” “You know that for someone as intelligent as you are, you talk too much.” “Yeah right.” He grunted, pressing his lips together. He had never won an argument against Jade and he had no chance of ever winning. “Don't worry. The black swan can never end up with the ugly duckling.” “I am not an ugly duckling.” “I am not a black swan.” “Wait, what?” “Keep going, Shawn. You didn't hear anything.”

"That's not true, isn't Amelinda Ciara working for the Soul company? Soul slapping her own staff is a bit too much . . . too respectful." Soul's official F******k was established for two years, only posting propaganda news, receiving little attention, nor posting irrelevant content, Soul is very talented, basically there is no need to intentionally propagate, let alone not. need the interaction of the official F******k, unexpectedly posting unrelated news for the first time is also this type of correction video that is not for our employees. It felt like a boss came out to help. The fans have noticed a point that is not with common sense.

she added while bouncing back and forth at Ethan's mighty and slick erection. ****😉😉****

"Don't take offense. Everything we do is barbaric. It's a dog eat dog world; we need to lay claim on our women." "How do you even lay claim on someone?" I shook my head. This all seemed so convenient. "You'll see if he does it." "If?" I raised my eyebrows and gave him a disgusted look. "Let me tell you your boyfriend has a lot of skeletons in his closet. You wouldn't be the first girl he's claimed." Slick stood up and grabbed his gym bag. He looked at me once more and opened the door to leave. "Goodnight, Adrianna." His arrogant smirk the last thing I saw before he closed the door.

he giggled. Bastards.

He had to rush back to livestream with his side chick! [Scumbag! He spends 240,000 dollars a day on a mistress while his girlfriend earned 130,000dollars over five years and handed it all to him!] Trending videos multiplied. Marketing accounts piled on. Anya's entire profile was unearthed and exposed piece by piece.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]