Influencer Novels & Stories

Peter, still visibly agitated, knocked back another glass of wine and said, “His ex-wife was an influencer. After they got married, they went into live-stream selling. “Shane owns two media companies now. I figure he wants to use Ruby’s bad publicity to stir up attention. “Once she’s trending, he’ll shove her into live-streaming. The louder the outrage, the more money they make.” Theodore’s face froze as he mulled it over. Lilian asked, “So Ruby might become an influencer too?” “Easier said than done. One wrong move and she’ll be cancelled by the internet mob,” Peter replied. After a brief pause, he added, “Still,

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Acceptance is not compassionate, but it feels nice because it paves the way to survival. Gigi bit her lips and slowly nodded at him. “Well… Well, I’m a social media influencer.” We frowned. But then Justine crossed his arms both on his chest. “So, you mean you’re pretty popular?” “Well, Uh, you could say that. I mostly do YouTube videos, vlogs. You know, all those shits,” Gigi replied in a shy, low voice. Suddenly, Peter clapped his hands making Gigi more uncomfortable and embarrassed. “That’s so cool of you! That must be why you look so pretty and physically fit. You care more about your image-”

The person next to the influencer, probably his assistant, jumped into the conversation. “Ignore this must-be-nobody, Henry. So what if he snuck in? I’ll just get the security to chase him out!” Henry, huh? His surname, Lee, came to my mind. He was an influencer who had gotten popular online because of his connection to the Reid Corporation. The arrogant man peered down at me and said, “I’ll give you a chance, stranger. Leave now, and I’ll pretend that I didn’t catch you trespassing.”

On my way to work, I came across a livestream from an influencer who posted about her relationship, tagged at my company’s location. Her username was “The Boss’s Sweetheart”, and she was sharing stories about her office romance with the powerful CEO of a major corporation. She had tagged my company, so the “CEO” she was talking about was my husband, wasn’t it? I pulled over to the side of the road and clicked into her profile. Every video she had posted was part of a wedding-planning diary about her and this CEO. The man never showed his face, but his build looked almost exactly like my husband’s.

I stood up slowly from my chair and walked toward the window while speaking. “Right now the internet sees this story as: ‘Influencer thinks she’s worth one million dollars.’” “Which I am,” she muttered. “I’m not arguing with you,” I replied calmly. “But audiences don’t emotionally process information like business executives. They process through relatability first.” She groaned softly. “I hate people.” “No you don’t,” I said immediately. “You hate unmanaged audience perception.” That made her laugh unexpectedly. Then I continued. “We need to shift the narrative away from arrogance and toward professionalism.”

"Perhaps you'll understand after watching this." The person in the video wasn't a celebrity but a social media influencer. Warren frowned, still puzzled. "He's not any more handsome than Leon. Why is everyone calling him rich and good-looking?" Keith sighed. "The video is tagged in an upscale neighborhood. Nowadays, people believe what they see." As a businessman, Warren understood the power of marketing. It was only human nature to admire those who seemed more successful and wealthier. Warren didn't think there was anything wrong with this—he knew the internet wasn't always truthful—but he still yearned for genuine admiration.

She saw Beckah approach Ella who was the influencer she had spoken to earlier. “Hi, I’m Beckah. I’m an influencer from the US,” Beckah said with a friendly smile. “I like your dress. Where did you get it from?” Clara had to give Beckah some credit. She was a lot better at approaching people than Joey was. She waited for Heather to approach someone. She only had to wait a few seconds. “Hi, I really love your sweater,” Heather told another influencer. “I run a boutique in LA and you’ve just given me some style inspiration.”

I replied “So you always payback those that offend you?” “Yes I do. Same for you Mr CEO” I wistfully said, tucking my hair behind my ears. My phone buzzed, it was a message from “STRYPE” a company specialized in making soft drinks. I hurriedly opened it. It came from X I saw they gave me a follow and they also sent a message The summary of it is: they want me to be an influencer for their drinks for 5 months duration. I get to talk about it with my clients.

Influencers begged for access they wouldn’t get. Nyxara watched it all, cool and clinical, as the numbers soared—profits, shares, reach. She felt nothing, not triumph or thrill. This was simply motion, levers pulled to open new doors. Money was never the point. Money was a means: to buy silence, buy loyalty, buy fear—or even love, if wielded with care. Influence was the real prize, and she’d learned to spend it the way others spent breath. Her phone rang. Unknown number, the kind that only mattered if you were important enough to be warned.

“But it was you that gave us this brilliant idea.” She sighed and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. “Okay, now we get down to business.” Gabe began. He looked over at Kellie and asked, “Are you sure you are up for this? We need this video to go viral as well as the first video did.” “Ava is good at getting videos to go viral. She works from home as an online influencer. She has several million subscriptions on her channels. She has YouTube, I*******m, and Tiktok. This will work.”