Hiveswap Troll Novels & Stories

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

That was why the floor was kept clean. Swallowing his anger, Mike curled his lips and replied, “We’re here today to apologize to you and your sister. Is your sister here?” “My sister isn’t around. You can just tell me what you have to say.” Serenity glanced at the fruit baskets before putting on a fake smile. “Is this your apology? So, a few fruit baskets to make up for the slander on Twitter and the damage you’ve done to me and my sister?” After Serenity retaliated online, the Hunts hired a lot of professional trolls to whitewash themselves and accuse Serenity and Liberty of being ungrateful granddaughters. The enraged netizens were the ones who attacked the trolls and caused the Hunts’ pla

And are you worthy then? As soon as Cindy got to Maison L, she jumped online to argue with netizens. She hated these keyboard warriors to the core. Claire watched her and chuckled. “You think your two hands can out-type tens of millions of them?” Cindy fumed. “I’ll take down as many as I can! I’m furious!” “Heh…” Claire patted her shoulder, pointing to the IPs on the screen. “These are all hired trolls, stirring up hate against Amanda.” “Trolls?” Cindy stared in shock. “So someone planned this?”

“Yeah. I’ve noticed you liking and re-blogging them a lot.” “They’re good videos. You have a lot of good tips on there.” “Thank you.” I hesitated. “Do you go on social media a lot?” He shook his head and swallowed another mouthful. “No. There are a lot of trolls on there just trying to ruin people’s day. I try to avoid it.” Inwardly, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn’t HockeyDude12, after all. At least, he probably didn’t pay enough attention to our messages to realize it was me.

"C'mon, what are we waiting for? He’s practically begging for a face-slapping moment. You freshen up, and I’ll find the mask. Let’s give the people what they actually paid for." Half an hour later. Inside the Hawthorne estate, Serena was gripping his phone so hard his knuckles were white. "Serena, stop looking at the comments," Elaine Brooks tried to soothe him. "Give me the device." Serena was vibrating with pure, unadulterated fury. He was staring at a live stream that had just appeared on the main feed. The trolls he’d hired had been demanding a response from the "Maestro," and they got one. A live performance.

“Then buy more! My hype is disappearing! I’m so pissed! Go get the money from my brother—whatever it costs!” Brenda didn’t dare delay. She contacted Jevon right away. Jevon quickly transferred three million dollars. Brenda passed it on to the bot farm, and only then did I finally breathe a sigh of relief. Ten minutes later, the tag #Fairy Lilith# finally climbed to the number one spot on the trending list. Seeing my own topic rise while the tags related to Mia gradually sank, my mood improved—just a little. But I hadn’t even been happy for a few seconds before #Hoyles Responds and #Hoyles’ Beloved Disciple surged up the rankings again.

Done, I turn, heading back to my tent. Seconds later, I’m back inside my tent. I close the flap behind me and set my food down on the desk before opening my laptop again. After the system is done booting, the blue screen comes alive with notifications flooding in immediately. New comments. New challengers. My hacker ID—GhostRay—is still trending. Shaking my head, I smile and take a sip of my latte. The crypto community has no idea that the mysterious hacker they’re trying to defeat and the “cliff diver” Daisy Caldwell are the same person.

First, she allegedly stole Xavia's five-year love. Second, Harold went as far as holding a press conference to defend her. Third, Noah publicly suggested a hostage exchange. Past events, long forgotten, resurfaced with exaggerated and nonsensical commentary. After reading through the irrational content, it became apparent to Chloe that the article lacked clarity and coherence. It appeared to be a clickbait piece solely aimed at grabbing attention. Perhaps it was prompted by the morning announcement of the armed robbery at the Exotic Star jewelry exhibition, enticing individuals to capitalize on the publicity. Curiously, the post was gaining popularity, yet all the comments below were generat

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?”

"Can't you see that you've frightened her?" I wanted to defend myself, but my body began to shake even harder. Upon seeing this, the last trace of warmth disappeared from Alex's eyes. "Have you gotten too used to playing the victim, Olivia Lowe? When are you going to drop the act? You're just jealous of Jennifer!" he roared as he stormed toward me, clearly intending to teach me a lesson. My parents rushed forward to stop him. "Have some patience, Alex! The seven-day period is almost up. Wait until the swap is complete. If you harm her now, Jennifer will be the one who suffers!"