Funniest Trolling Novels & Stories

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.

“Someone is spending a lot of money paying the internet commentators to comment and share the news. I’ve checked and the IDs were from foreign countries!” “*sshole!” It was the first time Jackson swore, then he ordered James again. “This has to be settled no matter what.” James promised it would and hung up. Jackson’s heart was feeling edgy, how did things get so bad. James said someone was paying a huge amount to hire the internet trolls. It was obvious that Trina could not have done this, and Fiona have called him to tell him about this, it could not possibly be her doing such a stupid thing, who the f*ck is plotting against him?

I would rather die than settle for that harlot. "She did you good," Landon, one of my best friends, says with a hilarious laugh as he watches my embarrassing video for the umpteenth time. "Can you stop watching that? It's annoying," I inform him with a frown. "I am sorry," he says, trying to stop his laughter but failing miserably. "It's just; I have never seen you get roasted by a woman, no less," he confesses in total amazement. "You can imagine my humiliation," I say bitterly, as the two strippers adjacent to me gently massage my shoulders.

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.

Said he had manipulated her, deceived her, left her lost and broken. Then, she unleashed an army of paid trolls to sell the lie. Fake stories flooded the internet. Influencers ran with it. Marco became the villain. Just when the public outrage had started to fade, it came roaring back. And this time, every bit of fury was aimed at him.

They're like ignoramuses that had never stepped out of their cave, yet had the gall to think that everything they think and see is the absolute truth. "I know. You don't have to worry about that. Those people can do me no harm." In Abigail's view, those people were no different than online trolls, ignorant fools that would smear their vitriol all over the internet. Last night, Stella had messaged her to vent. Stella starred in a recent popular drama and there was a troll that claimed her show was bad. It would have been normal for a drama to have both fans and detractors. However, the troll was trolling and harassing her day in and out, spamming hundreds of posts one after another, nitpickin

Someone among the surrounded trainee repeated. "Oh, isn't it the Toadman?" The second friend of Kiko added. "Toadman?" And another person around repeated. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! An earth-shattering laugh and ridicule had been started once again. "Hey, hey, isn't he the bumpkin man?" Said some random girl. "You mean the mountain man?" Followed by someone. "Shameless man!" "Oh, right! It was him! The mentally ill man." The ridicule was like a chain message, hard to stop once started.

Marco wheezed. I pointed accusingly at everyone. “This is exactly why nobody likes hockey players.” “We’re literally one of the most popular groups on campus,” Corey said. “That somehow makes it worse.” Across the room, Logan was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. The traitor. The absolute traitor. “You think this is funny?” “Extremely.” I threw a throw pillow at him. He caught it one-handed. Still laughing. Show-off. “I cannot believe you.” “I can.”

Which means the dealer is relatively tiny. “Huh, a small company, but his arrogance is incredible,” Nicko sneered. Unfortunately, three young men standing near him started laughing at the joke of one of them. The man who created the parody was Nate Brighton. “No wonder I’ve smelled something disgusting. There is trash here, apparently,” Nate sneered, followed by the laughter of his two friends. “Hey, did you forget to tell your clerk to clean,” his blonde friend sneered. “Hmm, they cleaned up earlier, but the trash showed up again,” Nate explained.

But right now, he was in a panic. He had no time to explain. He was sweating bullets, so he just shoved his phone at Sam and asked, "Sam, what do we do about this?" Sam grabbed the phone and slowly scrolled through the comments. The more he read, the deeper he frowned. He said, "It's obvious that Ms. Stone has offended someone." Sam instantly came to a conclusion. Coldly, he added, "These are professional trolls." Most of the commenters had default profile pictures, and their feeds were mostly empty. They were definitely accounts from internet troll studios. They were all there to steer the narrative.