Hiveswap Troll Novels & Stories

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

"He's gay, trust me." I frowned, "He has Marzia; you're gay." "He wears a bra in one of his videos." His face showed irritation. Why the heck are there trolls in this world? "You watch him?" I asked. "No. Teen React reacted to one of his vid, I was technically forced to." Forced to watch Pewds?! "You can't just say that you know? He has a lot of subscribers and by the way, with or without those subscribers, he is still awesome."

"John?" "I don't know for how long but Walter John Wilson had been using his middle name for a while. Anyway, he recognized me but didn't let on. He did his best to sell me a house he owned that was full of termites. He also offered Crystal to me as a toy while escrow closed. I guess he figured I would be so distracted by Crystal that I would let them scam me. They were wrong." "It couldn't have happened to a more deserving asshole!" Beth said. Her husband had never met Walter John.

Wealth Code TITN! 【Sisters! Wolf Cubs! Our chance has arrived! I just found out from the 'inner circle' (shh!) about Brother-in-Law's next big move! Remember 'Titan Industries' (TITN)? Everyone thought it was dead, right? Wrong! That was all a smokescreen! The council is pouring money into it like crazy! This is an epic 'bottom-fishing'! Brother-in-Law is about to detonate it! Now! Immediately! Right now! Use the money you spend on handbags, sports cars, all your money! Buy it all!】 "We're either popping champagne on the yacht, or... no, there's no 'or'! Listen to me! Buy! Buy! Buy!" This post was like a match thrown into a dry forest. Haley's fanbase consisted of extremely bored, extremely

Towards their sudden apology, I just waved my hand signaling not to dwell on it too much. "Good day to you Madam Hive, My name is Elijah and this is my Sister Mina, We're from Black Keep Company…We were interested in buying slaves today..". (Elijah) Like always Elijah waste no time at all, always direct to the point. "Oh of course...We at Green Hive are happy to have such esteemed customers…But, due to several unforeseen circumstances, we have no male slaves in our stock….but we do have many females slaves…will that be acceptable?…". (Madam Hive)

"You have been cracking down on Toxic Hive, haven't you? How would they dare to cause trouble in broad daylight? "Moreover, my granddaughter didn't have any grudges with them. Why would they do it?" Ethan frowned deeply. "Toxic Hive is getting more arrogant these days. Instead of a medical organization, they were more akin to terrorists. "I had someone retrieve the footage from the hacked surveillance cameras at the scene. We can determine that the man who appeared at the scene was a member of Toxic Hive." Otto wanted to retort, but Ethan showed him the evidence. "This is the man who took Marina away."

The number of comments on Eric Santos' post rose at an alarming rate. [Aaaahhhh! I'm crying! I knew Eric was alive! He promised that he would always be with us! Woooo!] [Santosians! Eric's back! He's finally back!] [Wooo! I ordered ten Storm Series drones from Tate Industries' website on a whim! It's all for Eric!] … Elliot stared at Eric Santos' post and suspected he had been hacked. The post seemed like a giant advertisement for Tate Industries. Mike was a world-class hacker.

He looked around with a cold gaze, raising the corners of his eyes with a look of scorn, as if he could look through them. A stockholder whispered, "We did our best to survive this crisis. Our reputation has been tarnished, our system had been invaded by hackers, trolls were everywhere, and our competitors tried to take us down. Weren’t you supposed to solve these problems first?" Christopher's eyes flashed slightly, but he looked calm. Now that the hackers who invaded the platform have been breached, the trolls had also been wiped up with the help of someone unknown. Who else in the world could do that?

All of them were intricately designed. The Ellenean colleague who used to tease Timothy nudged him with an elbow and joked in Floran, "You should thank me! Without my help, how would you have married our little princess?" Timothy smiled. "So how should I thank you?" The colleague grinned. "You're planning to have a petal patrol during the wedding, right? I want to join in." I couldn't help but laugh and replied in Floran, "Sure. I'll let you join the petal patrol."