Funniest Trolls Novels & Stories

’ 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

Undoubtedly, Killian had instructed the public relations department to take these measures. In addition to her, the group of trolls who had been smearing Sheila online were also being tracked down and having their accounts suspended. In her bedroom, Lauren watched the content on her tablet, her face gradually contorting. Her eyes looked like those of a venomous spider, fixated on its prey. Just then, her phone rang. "Director Stark, a large portion of the troll accounts have been banned. Do we need to invest more money?" Lauren gritted her teeth. "Yes, continue to smear that bitch, Sheila."

There was a hint of strain in her smile that worried him. “Hi, angel... Are you okay?” Everly put her phone down and turned to face him as he came closer. “Hi... Yes, I am. It’s just… I’ve got this crazy internet troll that is a lot of fun. I was looking into what Rosalee was saying… By the way, there are pictures of us at the convention. And well, the troll was being… very ‘entertaining’ and extremely ‘gracious’ about it.” “Let me see…”

Temi noticed the corner of his eyes lit up when he laughed. "What are you watching?" Temi asked, leaning towards her younger brother. "Trolls 3. This old time cartoon, it's actually better than Rebound shown every year." He whispered. "What is it about?" "Mostly music. All genre of music in one animation, that's just cool." he smiled. Temi told Alpha to block the stream of music from going to the parents at the front. The two kids smiled as the screen grew larger before them and watching as the Trolls sang.

A student media blog had published a full piece questioning Oliver’s credibility, suggesting the debate had “divided campus unnecessarily.” Oliver scanned the words quickly. Each sentence sounded polite. Reasonable, and quietly destructive. “They never talked to me,” he said. “Exactly,” Sarah replied. “They didn’t want your perspective.” A notification popped up again. Another anonymous message. 'You like attention? Let’s see how long it last'. Oliver’s fingers trembled slightly. Max noticed. “Another one?” Oliver nodded. Sarah’s expression hardened. “Okay, this isn’t just criticism anymore.” “It’s probably trolls,” Oliver said, though he didn’t sound convinced.

Step down before you get someone killed. I sat back. My heart was beating too fast. Not wolf-fast. Just human panic-fast. I closed the email. Immediately opened another. Big mistake. The trolls were out in full force. Every social platform I had was cracking under the weight of comments. “Get out of pack affairs.” “You have no bite.” “You’re a PR stunt.” “You don’t even look like a leader.” “You’re a some dirty whole orphan with a fancy dress.” “Your hair looks greasy.” “You’re probably lying about the attack.”

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.

“If your own hands are so good at acting out fake scripts, why don't your boots step in front of a drone and perform these four tools for our eyes?” “My brain would be deeply impressed if a crew could actually pre-rehearse a random internet request live.” “Where did the haters run off to? Come out of your holes!” “I bet their tails are tucked between their legs because their faces are completely embarrassed and want to hide.” A massive army of my regular fans and ordinary network viewers openly mock and laugh at those trolls who tried to frame my name. Meanwhile, the paid internet mercenaries and jealous haters can do absolutely nothing but stay completely silent in the chat. What else could

Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen: Trolls are nothing but this! Then, he provided an arrogant address. After exposing the trolls' location, he quickly called the police. The head troll saw his address exposed, panicked, and quickly tried to escape with his employees. At the door, however, they were stopped by the police.

Even Leonardo became a target of attacks from irrational trolls, simply because of his recent collaboration with her. Although Leonardo didn’t care about the online vitriol, his agent was furious. “What’s wrong with these people? The things they say are disgusting! No manners, no brains, dragging in unrelated things just to stir trouble. If they’re so good at making things up, why don’t they become scriptwriters?” Still fuming, the agent considered hiring trolls to fight back, but quickly realized that retaliating would do no good. After weighing the options, the agent drafted a lengthy statement and posted it through Leonardo’s studio account.