Funniest Trolling Novels & Stories

“Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.” Mr. Caldwell raised a hand slightly. “Mr. Lombardi—” “No,” I cut in. “This joke is getting out of hand.” The room went quiet. Mariah touched my arm lightly. “Jackson.” But I wasn’t done. “People think this stuff is funny,” I said. “They think it’s entertainment. But it’s not. It’s harassment.” Mr. Caldwell looked at Mariah now. “Miss Morales, are you feeling harassed?” Mariah blinked.

Then we ignore everything else. Marcus: Fine. But I'm still mad about it. Zara: Everyone, stop. The gossip will die down. We just need to wait it out. Lorraine: My daughter is right. Trolls have short attention spans. Something else will scandalize them next week. MJ: I still think we should fight them. I can create fake accounts and Lorraine: MJ, no. We don't engage. We rise above. Kenya: Rising above is boring, though. Zara: Rising above is smart. Trust me.

Maisie was amused by him. This was indeed something that would come out of his mouth after he lost his memory. Daisie chimed in and asked, “What are Internet trolls?” Maisie explained, “Like those people who scolded you and brother in the past. They’re known as the Internet trolls.” “Oh, I see,” Daisie replied. Nolan placed his hand on the back of Maisie’s hand and asked, “So you’ll let her be the spokesperson?”

Well, if I hadn't been JJ, seeing this would have hurt like hell. While I was still scrolling through T*****r, Lillian sent more screenshots: "Look at these comments. I'll literally do a headstand on livestream if these aren't paid trolls." The screenshots showed several top comments mocking me. The one with the most likes read: "Tsk tsk, so there WAS true love in that rushed marriage—just not for his wife! But hey, Mrs. Carter's still winning with that rich husband, right?" The trending topic was climbing fast, with the top three comments all taking nasty jabs at Aiden's and my recent public displays of affection.

unpregnant" best friend, would drink your own share for you." "You meanie," I scrunched my nose and threw a pillow at her. Harper grabbed her jacket and mocked me. "You pregnantie!" She made a funny face. "Damn, I really like trolling you like this. It's so fun!" This was a thing in our friendship. The jokes always helped to lessen the tension, and it was working. "Be careful," I said as she opened the door. "Would be, except I bump into a handsome serial killer. I mean…who am I to say no?"

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

One of Stella's fans lamented: [The website crashed before I even got to see it. Another person said: [This is the power of Stella's loyal fans. With just one sentence from Stella, we can overwhelm a website.] Where there were fans, there would be a unique social circle. Soon, one of Stella's haters commented: [Stella's fans are so awesome. They crashed someone else's website and they're here gloating about it. How disgusting!] One of Stella's fans responded: [Are you blind? Or can't you understand human language?] Another said: [This kind of brainless trolling is truly disgusting.]

One of the reasons why a lot of people refused to allow some things to continue to happen is because they felt like it must be the way they wanted it and sometimes it didn't always work out. Jared was dealing with the most insults because everybody had something to say to him because women probably gave him a large gap. I couldn't understand why For all I knew this man was one of the people that I have met in a long time and still managed to get trolled, yet didn't bother himself with anything else only concerned about what he could get. I was a little bit happy with the way he was acting because how was I supposed to mingle with somebody who was a little bit annoying.

I muttered under my breath, we have people still trolling us over an alleged affair which is true and here she is acting like a crazy woman. I clicked on the Keyboard and started typing. ME Relax, Shirley. I told you we are friends, I can't promise you anything. Please chill and stop spamming me. I hit send and blocked her number, “I am sorry for the disturbance. The guys are just going crazy in the group chat,” I lied. Maren gave me a smile and we continued with our food.

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."