Influencer Novels & Stories

Working as a mortuary assistant in a major city like Los Angeles has got its perks. We get sent all sorts of bodies. There are the regular nobodies. And then, there are the occasional celebrities. Business moguls. Influencer types. Today, we get an influencer. Helena Carter. She went viral a few years ago. Amassed over a million followers on i*******m. Garnered dozens of endorsement deals. Now, she’s nothing more than a corpse, waiting to be prepped for the fridge.

I ordered a bouquet of sunflowers with a note to be delivered to Rosemary's office ASAP. By noon, I received a text from Elvis, saying that the first two tasks were done. Instead of going to have lunch, I went back to the phone booth to check the drama online. The influencer hired was a public commentator with over two million followers. Donning a bob cut and a no-nonsense expression, she stared right at the camera and began, "Hey, guys. Today, we will be steering off our current series. Permit me to tell you a story..."

She is showing me a full paragraph of text on a specific topic. "Is that the project?" I probe, already knowing the answer. "Yup!" She replies, a big smile is plastered on her face. "My partner sent it over, and he has written so much about the topic. It is insane!" “How can someone be an I*******m influencer, hot, rich and intelligent?” She gushes. My eyelids drop, looking away from her phone screen. “That is great, I guess," I mutter under my breath.

Hazel Malone’s eloquent gesture was as if her identity as an influencer really made her look like she was a member of the upper circle. Most importantly, she was actually terrified at that moment. Although Garry Duncan was highly skilled, there were so many opponents, and all of them were masters. Hazel thought it would be better to spend thousands of dollars just to settle the matter. “Hazel Malone? Influencer?” Ryo Akano gave a derisive look. “A person who acted coquettishly on the internet, do you think you deserve my respect?

“Then I’ll follow you instead.” “Don’t bother. I don’t even post frequently and only have about one thousand followers.” “I’ll tell my friends to follow you. They have massive platforms.” “I don’t care. Being an influencer is not my thing.” “It’s fine.” I opened the I*******m app and searched for her name: “Maverick Bates.” I hit the follow button, and then I went to check her last post, which was dated last week.

The fuming lady from the other side of the phone spoke with anger intensity in her voice. "Oh, so you can shout here and be nasty while you act so goody-goody on social media? You were so confident days ago. You said you could do it so well. You messed it up and you are asking to be what? Paid?" Anna demanded angrily from the influencer that she was talking to, as she took her seat on her couch and grabbed the glass of whiskey she had on the table.

“First of all, only close friends call Char, and secondly, being an influencer is way harder than people make it out to be.” “Right.” He snorts into his drink and it takes all physical restraint not to launch and slap his pretty face. “Do you need to take pictures of these too? Perhaps take pictures and think of a perfect cute caption? Don’t worry; I’ll pose if you ask me too.” My face is red; I can’t tell if it is from humiliation or anger. How dare this guy just sit here and question my career in front of my face? I have always wanted to be an influencer, not because I like attention, but because I wanted to make someone feel

“I didn’t mean that.” Samaire knew he was uncomfortable with how conceited it sounded, but it was true. “Let’s call you the influencer. When you recommend something or use a product, it influences your wide circle of friends to do so the same.” Dominic dragged his hands down his face. “Here you go again with your social media terminology.” “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about your influence. You don’t realize how much power you have because you’ve always been the leader of the pack.” “I didn’t ask for the role. It was given to me. It doesn’t make sense,” Dominic countered in a grumble. “You’ve accomplished so much by yourself and no one sees it. They won’t noti

Suddenly, I, a high-earning influencer, became the villain. When I clicked into the comments, sure enough, they were overwhelmingly against me. A few of my fans attempted to clarify on my behalf, but they were also labeled as white knights. I quickly told my personal community group to stay silent to avoid getting dragged into this. I then redirected some traffic to Naomi’s video and pushed it onto the trending list. Naomi’s video quickly surpassed 100,000 likes and reached millions of views. Her comment section was flooded with insults directed at me. [Has anyone figured out which influencer this is? I hope her whole family get

He insisted. "I am not okay?! An influencer is different from a celebrity. Celebrities gain fame through television and other traditional media channels. While influencers like me gain my audience through my youtube, some influencers gain their audience from other social media platforms like I*******m." I explained. "Anyway, that is not the issue. As I said those are trolls from Liam's family." I added. Noah's forehead creased. "Why do they need to do that?"