Fat Troll Novels & Stories

After killing and torturing the prisoners for straight three hours he wiped the blood off from his face and strode towards his office there. He sat on his desk frustratedly swinging his chair round and round he was feeling so frustrated and tensed and he wanted this feeling to go so desperately. He opened the drawer from the table and took out the packet of cigarettes from it. Lighting up a cigarette he put it between his lips blowing smoke out in the air. One of his men came and and stood infront of him. "Cosa?" he barked at him furiously blowing the smoke out on his face. (Translation: What?)

Stupid fools! ***

Does she even qualify? Tod replied below: ~Do you have a toilet at home? If so, hurry up and eat some feces, and then go pee and look at yourself. A mouth full of crap deserves to drink toilet water.~ ~This Amanda woman is constantly trying to trend. She's already Benjamin's wife. How can she still be so shameless?~ Tod hugged his keyboard, his small fingers clattering away. In a short time, he had retorted hundreds of messages. He also managed to pinpoint the trolls' address. Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen:

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

and quickly farted while he was still sitting on Trent’s face. Larry was lactose intolerant. That's why before the fight, he drank a carton of strawberry milk from Lola’s belongings. And with the boost from Noah’s cook, the smell level of his fart had multiplied up to a toxic level. Especially to the alpha kin, since their sense of smell was more sensitive compared to the lower kins. “Holy shit!” Trent slowly fainted as he fell to the ground, he suddenly felt nauseous soon after he inhaled Larry’s toxic fart, and almost lost his consciousness.

I pushed this guy's chest and ran to Toby. Toby opened his arms to me and I hugged him. This guy turned his body to us, looking mad. "Alpha Flynn." Toby greeted that guy, looking surprised. What? He is the great Alpha Eaton Flynn? He is more of a lunatic than a great alpha. "Don't touch her!" Alpha growled again. "W-what?" Toby looked at him, confused. "Don't touch my mate!" He growled again. "Mate? What?" Toby stares at me, asking for explanation. I am just as confused as he is.

Fucking bastard! ****

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”