Inside Edition Video Novels & Stories

I leaned back on my bed and laughed softly. "She’s going to cry," I whispered-cried to myself excitedly. "Jasmine will cry her heart out." Ohh poor baby! I opened the video again and watched it play. My face was not hidden well, but it has been edited by us and I love how she came out confident in the video, my body looked perfect. My voice sounded soft and real. I had edited it well. It was fake, but it looked real. It was Jasmine’s face, her voice, and her sounds. I don't know how the editor did it or what trick he used but it was so perfect.

The video was from Edward Collins. Diana noticed that she hadn't saved the number but that wasn't what intrigued her the most. Why would Edward send her a video? Her eyes lit up in sudden expectation that it could be a video telling her his alright,after all he'd rejected her calls. Diana immediately clicked the play button. However,the happiness that gleamed in her eyes vanished abruptly the moment she saw a woman sitting on Edward's laps. They were kissing so passionately that one would expect Diana to immediately end the video but she couldn't stop herself.

I push through the crowd toward them, still in full gear, and I grab Ezra's phone. What I see makes my blood go cold. It's us. It's all four of us. It's the night of the boot camp, in the cabin that Kai's friend was supposedly using alone. We were so careful. We checked. We made sure nobody was around. And someone was recording the entire time. The video is grainy but clear enough. Clear enough that there's absolutely no doubt what's happening. Clear enough that it's been sent to every single student and teacher in this school.

Why wouldn't they let me die? "Evelyn… You're awake?" A voice, hoarse and almost broken, echoed in my ears. I turned my head and saw Damien leaning over the bedside. He was still in his black tuxedo, but the swagger of a groom was gone. His collar was torn wide open, his hair a mess, and stubble darkened his jaw. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, looking worse off than I did after dying once. Seeing me awake, a frantic joy flashed in his eyes. He gripped my hand so tightly as if he wanted to fuse it with his own flesh and bone.

I replayed the version my mother had shown me in my head. The bruise hadn’t been visible. The wall had been smooth. Cropped. Edited. My breath thinned. I rewound again. Zoomed further. The bruise had been cropped out. The crack in the wall erased. Someone had edited the truth. And my mother had shown me the edited version. The laptop screen went black as the video ended. I stared at my reflection in it. If that had been altered, what else had?

Eddie is one of the nerds in our class, and I don't think we have spoken as much to each other until these days. “Yes, and I think you might want to see this.” He stuttered as he handed me an iPad, and I wondered what he had to show me, but the content shocked me to the bone. “Is this—” I trailed off as I looked at the video of the professor and Jennifer fucking each other in the supplier room, and I was shocked. I watched the video intently, and my toast got dampened as I watched the professor's huge cock plunging in and out of Jennifer while she moaned loudly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Don’t you,” He tilted his head ever so slightly, mock curiosity flickering across his perfect face. “You’ve seen everything haven’t you? I mean the news, the_ the videos, yes? A murmur rippled through the crowd, their voice unrelenting. I forced myself to remain calm, clutching onto Ed’s clothes tightly. “If you have something to say, Xavier, why don’t you just say it.” I felt Ed go rigid beside me, a sharp escape of breath escaping his mouth.

Really weird if you ask me. Flynn drummed his fingers on the table. Then suddenly snapped his fingers as some realization hit him ‘He’s tech savvy. And, he probably found a way to hack into our servers to delete whatever the cameras had captured…’ ‘… Then, he looped the video.’ Clarissa said as the realization hit her too. ‘Fuck- he probably knows we got nothing on him too. He didn’t know about the camera in that building. This is really fucked up.’ She picked the tray and started heading for the door. Pausing suddenly, she said ‘I don’t think I can ever get those images out of my mind.’

"Leave him now, and he won't hear about what I just witnessed today. I’ll delete the footage, and you can walk away with your life." Eden didn't look afraid. She smiled—a slow, predatory tilt of the lips that didn't reach her eyes. "Be my guest," she said. My jaw dropped. "You think I'm joking? Look at this." I turned the screen toward her, playing the video of her moaning, her body arched in agony and pleasure as Luca hammered into her. The audio was crystal clear—the wet sounds of the sex and the way she had called his name. Eden leaned in, squinting at the screen for a moment as if she were reviewing a rehearsal.

I was so lost in the situation that I forgot about the reason of the fight. "No, it's totally fine. Are you alright though?" Just like a gentleman I pick out the waste from her hair carefully, I don't want her to feel like I'm forcefully touching her. "Thank you again." She smiles, forwards her hand for a handshake. I gladly take the hand and offer her my own smile though it's not as bright as her. "I'm Trisha." She introduces herself, I nod my head at her. "River." +●+