Influencer Novels & Stories

"Those girls that wake up looking perfect with a bun on the top of their head and some hair spilling out of it... also, if they fill like it, they might hashtag it with something pretty, like 'morningroutine' or some shit. Those girls your people date also have their own skin routine and their own branded bottles, which they claim they religiously use every morning in their videos, even though they don't." Jake snorts. "Do you hold a grudge toward those girls?" "Not at all... it's just who you NHL people date..." I'm half teasing right now. I don't hold a grudge against influencers. A friend of mine actually used to be one. "Tell me more so I can take notes,"

Fred said and I nodded. “I will check it out,” I said and left the room. On getting to my office, I sat down in my seat and took the letter. It was a businesswoman who was based on producing weight loss products and letting women embrace themselves. “Hi, Miss Celine Wright. We are reaching out to you because we have very important information to share with you. If you would love to work as one of our models and be our brand's influencer, we will be glad. I look forward to your message. Thank you.” I read the letter and took out my phone.

“Well, I have an online company that can help to revamp your business. We have the agency contacts of various influencers and celebrities that would help to put your company in so much that it would have a ripple effect on this generation and on the generations to come.” They shook hands and that was how a business deal was signed over a dinner party. As soon as Marshmello printing company got the contract, they started to work on behalf of the skincare company, helping them contact various powerful and influential influencers who could help change the narrative. The influencers that were contacte

I boasted. "Really? Your news is that big? Why can't you tell me?" "Why tell you now when you can simply post it on your website? No. We need impact." "We?" "Yes we. I need the impact to spread the fire and you need it to be more than another social media influencer. Oh, and the news is about Vladimir Sedof." I heard him gasp theatrically.

When I saw that familiar name, my smile hardened. "I saw the watch first. Why should I let him have it?" My words startled both the salesperson and the male influencer, Alan Parr. The salesperson, whose name tag read "Liam", walked up to me and gave me a look of undisguised disgust. "You? The measly chump change in your pocket can't even buy one of our paper bags! You're offending our VIP client. Get out! Or else I'm calling security!"

Then I took a shot. “Here.” I showed her. “Grazie.” “You’re welcome.” Once she was gone, I took London for a walk. “Are your feet okay?” “Yeah.” “People know you for what you’ve created. You’re more than just a boss, entrepreneur, and designer. You’re a good example and an influencer. You have a good impact on young people around the world.” “That means a lot coming from you. Is that one of the reasons why you bought LH?”

And whenever he does, he needs something from me. “I actually have a proposal for you,” he said. “And it has something to do with SweetHearts and your products.” I frowned. “What is it?” “You see, your show is getting a lot of customers and it is becoming more famous because of one influencer who reviewed your shop as her content,” he stated. “The fame of your shop spread throughout the country and a lot of people were curious about your product but they didn't have the means to travel all the way here.”

"I told you, I'm a popular influencer. I have many followers that will protect me! I'm going to make you regret doing this to me!" Corinne was not scared. "I don't care if you're an influencer or whatever. You need to learn how to be a decent human being first! Do you know how much trouble you've caused to blind people and visually impaired people by parking on the tactile paving? Not to mention, pushing an old man who can't see to the floor?! Do you think your followers will 'follow' you if they know what kind of person you truly are?" The influencer knew she could not beat Corinne, and what she

I said with a smile, the kind that hides more than it shows. “So, we reached out to the person who dropped a review on Dawn’s website,” Julien began, eyes glinting with quiet satisfaction. “Turns out she’s a popular influencer. She was happy to be part of the deal.” I smiled, leaning slightly forward. “That’s amazing. Influencers basically control the internet now.” “Exactly,” he said, lips curving faintly. “We asked her to be completely honest with her reviews. We’d like to take corrections if something’s wrong, authenticity sells better than perfection.”

I don’t fucking care anymore about my feelings. As my secretary said, Tamara really posted about their upcoming wedding. She was just showing off her engagement ring. She put a date in the caption. Must be their wedding date. Majority of the comments were just congratulating her. I didn’t bother to scroll anymore because I already know who is the groom. Tamara is an influencer woman. She’s a talented woman, a model, an actress, and an heir of her family’s businesses. She’s a public figure that likes to tease her fans with anything in her life that she finds interesting for people even though it’s really not that exciting.