Gossip Quotes Novels & Stories

My phone starts vibrating with messages from people I haven't spoken to since graduation, which is how I know the post has reached the East Coast. I sit on my secondhand couch in my Silver Lake apartment and scroll through the comments with my feet pulled up under me, and I feel the particular satisfaction of a person who has been told they're nobody watching the record correct itself in real time. By nine that evening, a gossip account has run a side-by-side: me in the lobby of Marcus's building, professional and composed, and Chase at some shareholder event two days ago in a suit that probably cost more than my car, looking at the camera with the expression of a man who has decided the ent

“Who the fuck came up with this nonsense?” “And how do you expect me to know?” he replied casually, seeming like he was enjoying this. “Talk to Me is like the most popular gossip site in the city. Whatever news they post is always authentic. You should…I don’t know probably ask one of their workers,” he chuckled lowly so I wouldn’t notice.

The employee who had started the gossip, a young woman named Sarah, cleared her throat nervously. “Oh, Ms. Winston, we were just...” “You were gossiping about my personal life,” I finished for her, my voice unwavering. “And I won't have it.” Sarah's face flushed red. “But we were just...” “Just what?” I asked, my patience thinning. “Just speculating about my romantic life? Just assuming things about my past? Do you know what it's like to be judged and dissected without even a shred of understanding?”

What was I thinking letting her take me to the spotlight? Of course, if they hadn't recognized me on the spot, they would do so later. Great, now they'd always be on the lookout for me. “This blogger sure loves to gossip,” “Which one?” Francis asked, I pushed the phone to him. I watched as he took one glance at it, and scoffed. “I’m sure they have a lot of time on their hands. What's the gossip about this time around?” “Me…of course,” I cockily added,

“You are such a gossip! I didn’t know that talking about other people is now relaxation.” “Like I care about whatever you call me now, huh? Go ahead with the gist already, my gossip mate.” “Ha-ha… okay. Where do I begin?” “Don’t bore me any further, just start from somewhere.” “I enjoy it when you beg me to do something, you know. I mean BEG in bold letters.” “Ahh… Stop being petty now…” “Okay, I will before you explode on me.”

Hugo had no choice but to share a link with Gabriella. The link was to the Twitter of LoveGossipNow. "Just read the news. It's all just the media acting on hearsay, and the people online have no ability to think. They're easily influenced, so you shouldn't take it to heart," Hugo said comfortingly. Gabriella clicked the link and scrolled through the account casually. This person wrote fairly well and had added a fair amount of suspense. They had the professionalism of someone who worked in the media. She scrolled to the end and took note of the time it had been released, then looked up at Henry, who was sitting in front of her.

“Quinn’s New Face Won’t Be Tamed.” “Street-Talk Billionaire Tosses the Script.” And then the other half. “Garage Rat Implodes Legacy Brand.” “From Grease Monkey to Corporate Menace.” “Jasper’s Mistake: Did Quinn Name the Wrong Heir?” He let out a slow exhale. “Didn’t think I’d get fan fiction this fast.” “This is just the opening chorus,” Gareth said. “Social media’s eating itself. Financial blogs are debating your ‘strategic rawness.’ Some think you’re brilliant. Some think you’re suicidal.”

I convinced her, but even my voice wasn't convincing. Why could that be?! There, on the news flash, was my mortal enemy having an interview with a cheap gossiper, I meant a celebrity reporter. "Miss Shantel Zaborowski, you are sparkling tonight. And your necklace, wow. Isn't that the heart of the ocean?"

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"Who's the lucky guy who caught the attention of our beauty?" "Sneaking a boyfriend and not telling us?" Jade chuckled to herself, feeling a boost to her ego. She decided to reply selectively to a few notorious gossipmongers in her social circle: "Oh, nothing serious yet, we're still getting to know each other." "Don’t spread rumors; he’s a very low-profile person, and I don't want to disrupt his life." Typing away with ease, a smug smile played on her lips. The timing was perfect—right after dinner, when everyone was glued to their phones. In less than 30 minutes, the news spread like wildfire. Screenshots from social media were being passed around, sparking everyone's curiosity.