Fat Troll Novels & Stories

the doctor said and assisted me to sit on the chair. She slowly removed the bandage on my head and applied some kind of cream which made me groan a little. "Just keep on applying this cream to your lumps to lessen the swelling." Lumps? "I'll go ahead. Just call me if you feel something is wrong in your body." I nodded and grabbed the mirror on my study table to check what really happened on my forehead. My brows furrowed as I saw devil-like horns on my forehead. This is it? I look damn great! Well, note my sarcasm. The lumps are visible on my forehead like I am some kind of a baby demon.

Turning my head slightly, I called out, “Hey, what exactly are trolls?” Kael didn’t hesitate. His lips curled into a displeased scowl as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. “They’re ugly monster things,” he muttered with disdain, clearly not a fan. I fought back a laugh and raised an eyebrow, bringing the phone back to my ear. “Sounds like an action movie to me,” I said to Dante, half-teasing. “You know, trolls under bridges, terrorizing villagers or whatever. Might be a fun change of pace.”

Felicia didn't feel like digging, so she let it go. Savannah had just arrived at her office when she stormed in, furious. "Felicia, did you see what's happening on the forum?" Felicia scowled. "What's going on?" Savannah pushed her phone aside. "Observe this. Some trolls are spreading disgusting rumors. Felicia picked up the phone. Someone had written about her on the finance forum, including her name in the headline. It was a terrible title. The host of the most recent financial conference, Evelynn, slept her way to the top.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

’ Rex asked as they stopped at a group of short bushy leafed trees at the base of the hill, the blackguards not 200 paces in front of them, somehow they had not been spotted yet, even as the large group of trolls were now searching for them, roared and grunted loudly. “Get back into line ya disgusting f**ks!!” someone yelled from behind them, followed by the crack of a whip. Looking back, an obscenely chubby man with a leather harness and stained white trousers was cracking a whip trying to restore order with the trolls, who roared in response to the pain, but did not stop them from searching, “If ya disgusting things want food, go THAT way and eat them ya useless f**ks, now move!!” ‘Yes, tr

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

"We're polar opposites, huh?" "You're just now finding out?" " I'm serious" he rolled his eyes. " How?" She asked. " I, for one, actually love the 'f word'" "You do? You seem like the type who'd be extremely exhausted from it. Like you are now" " I am. But, there's something about that exhaustion that's satisfying. Especially when it comes to Karter" " So, were you supposed to start a happy family with Karter's mom?" " I wanted to" he nodded. " But it didn't work out"

"Come here, Haley." Haley obediently walked over, allowing Shane to pull her into his arms and sit her beside him. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead before turning to Dean. "Speak. What did you find out?" Dean was silently covering his face, not daring to witness the intimate interaction between Mr. Ford and Haley. In his mind, he kept repeating to himself not to listen and not to look. It was not until he heard Shane call his name that he finally snapped out of it. He quickly reported everything he had found out. "Mr. Ford, as you expected, Joe and the others have indeed been busy. They've been buying online trolls to smear Madam online."

I took a step back. "Bo! What are you doing here?", Alexis voice said. He took a step towards me and I took a step back. "Eew, what's that smell?", Meg said. The guy looked offended. "That's my new aftershave, dumbass." I took another step back. That smell...

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m