Fliptop Lines Funny Novels & Stories

I asked. “to win and come up on top, they have a condition, “she replied calmly, reaching out from under her desk, handing me an envelope, “ go ahead and read, “ she encouraged. I hesitantly took it, taking out the thing paper inside it, unfolding it. As I skimmed over the words my Aunt kept talking, “The Ryder’s are now the most searched celebrities in the world. With Robin Ryder’s net worth now topping around 32 billion dollars and Justin Star Ryder now being the most followed man on earth, his brother Chris Ryder the most followed actor on earth, the world has never been more hungry for them and that is why Julie- James and Flair Mag-”

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.

Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

she sobbed, but the smirk playing at the corner of her lips made it clear she was anything but sorry. And now, she tried to pull the same stunt in front of the whole class, acting all pitiful while shoving the juice at me. I just shook my head. "Sorry, I'm allergic to mangoes, so I'll have to pass." As soon as I said it, Amelia's eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing. "Emma, please, forgive me. I just transferred here and didn't know all the details. That's why I misunderstood you. Please forgive me. Just take one sip, or I'll feel guilty forever."

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

Sigh! As the news channels and other bloggers carried news of Sunny’s dilemma, everyone was finally convinced that he was the one who pissed off someone he shouldn't have. Most people were even happy he broke his ankle, just so the mystery could be solved. Before everything came to light, there was a live telecast of a training session held for the crew members, where Sunny was leading a choreography he seemed to have developed. His teammates were excited about it, and so was he. Even the manager seemed to be nodding her approval in the background. However, before the watchful eyes of hundreds, if not thousands, of fans, he suddenly tripped while doing a backflip.

DOMINIC DIREKEN Spineless. Weak. Submissive. Those three words best described the man in front of me, keeping up a brave font even though I could see his knees bucking every now and then. There were actually quite a lot more words that I would describe him with. Words like... tempting and... Scrap that. Those three words described him best. Maybe adding 'lowly' to the words would make it a better fit for him. The flushed look on his face when I had pulled my towel off had been quite amusing.

I teased, hoping to pull a laugh from her. Fliss let out a giggle, her laugh filling the room. "You and Dad always teased her about her flat butt, but I think it was just right! But yours is perfect. You could start a trampoline park with that thing!" she laughed, her joke catching me off guard. I gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on my chest. "Excuse me, young lady! This is prime real estate right here. I could charge rent." She giggled harder, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You might as well! You could make a fortune with all the space back there."