Fat Troll Mga Nobela at Kwento

Someone was bound to slip up and we would have a solid lead. I gently kissed Taylor’s forehead before he spun back around, his focus shifting back to his work. I began kneading the knots in his neck and shoulders with my thumbs as my eyes skimmed the screen. I could feel his muscles relaxing as I worked, as soft sigh escaping his lips. He had been right when he said most of the stuff was useless. I let out a chuckle as I read one message that could only be someone trolling. Fluffybutt: Patron saint of the lost hospital fifteen out of five stars.

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

I gritted my teeth at that thought, swearing underneath my breath as I read another comment, "Justin Stars a fuck up, he always has been. His voice stopped being good year's ago, his music is trash." Brantwoods321 commented. I scoffed at the comment with a slight eye roll, I could be a better troll than he was. He seriously thought those weak words would get to me? Tell that to the three thousand replies he got, 99 percent trolling him for that comment. How did he expect to get away with it? I had over a hundred million followers, wether or not my music was good anymore, it still sold, arenas were sold out, streets still clustered wherever I was performing.

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"

"Eat it. Don't abuse it." Grant wears a smug grin. "Colton's favorite motto." I can tell they're talking about something inappropriate. Colton unwraps his taco. "It's a good one, but not my fucking favorite, Walsh." "Oh, do tell, what's your 'fucking' favorite?" Colton takes a bite, and sauce drips down his unshaven jaw. He licks his thumb and says with a mouthful, "Don't be a fucking dick." My dad flashes a half-smile. "A motto we've all broken."

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

"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...

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********