Insta-bae Novels & Stories

Porsha's high pitched voice hit me as I giggled. Today's photoshoot was at a pool to advertise some skin products and makeup. My hair was styled to be puffy and it fell on my shoulders like I had African hair. I wore a swim trunk because there was no way I would allow myself to wear those tiny weenies. "Gather around people!" Porsha shouted as all the crew who were socializing gathered around for the photo. This was my fifteenth shot and I was according to Layla... "What the market needs."

"Follow it, I'll follow you back." Be curious! I immediately went to Instagram. I looked for the account name and found it. I pressed the 'Follow' tab. On her profile photo, there was a photo of Kacey's wearing a baseball cap. But, there was something that got my attention. In the info section, it was written 'Moody, Floaty, Fire, and DESIRE!' Damn! This one girl could not stop make me blown away.

The marketing push hit at dawn. Sloane’s socials exploded. Paid promotions, sleek teaser videos of her new, high-end studio (her face tantalizingly obscured), and the provocative tagline: “Daddy’s Spoiled Princess. Luna Luxe’s Grand Debut. 9PM EST.” By noon, her follower count was climbing by the hundreds. By 8 PM, it had doubled.

I scrolled through the comments on my latest I*******m post, forcing that big smile I always wore for the camera. “Bella, you’re a goddess! Those curves are everything!” one girl wrote. Another dropped heart emojis and said, “You make me want to rock my body too. Thank you queen.” The likes poured in, notifications buzzing nonstop. To them, I was Isabella Torres, the plus-size fashion influencer living her best life. Bold outfits, confident poses, body positivity speeches. If only they knew the truth.

I couldn't shake this dark feeling that suddenly came over me, AN. Follow my new in.stagram username; AuthorSunshine97

She wanted the full honor of being a hero's real daughter. I stepped forward, but Byron yanked me back and suddenly softened his voice like he was being sweet. "Bethany, be good. I promise I'll marry you. Just let this go, okay? Once Lisa settles into her job at the factory, we'll hold the marking ceremony." The reporter looked confused as he glanced between us. "She's our friend from Sidersville," Lisa explained casually, lying without blinking. "She's just a little shy and doesn't like the spotlight."

He could never say no to girls. "Come on in sweetheart," Gabe said. Her lips pressed together as she grinned, making her way to the bed. A lump appeared in my throat as notice how revealing her clothes were. She was wearing a very thin bralette with some booty shorts that managed to cover half of her ass. At least she was half decent. Hailey made sure to sit extremely close to me, pulling her shirt down to show more of her cleavage which was uncomfortable, to say the least. "Fancy finding you here," she chirped, leaning forward.

I quickly cleaned off the water that was on my body with my towel and quickly began to wear my clothes. I took a yellow body hug crop top and a jean trouser that left my belly button visible. Just as I was about picking up my phone, my phone began to ring and I saw Celine was the one calling. Hey Babe Hi Elena. Did you just see Stefan's Post?? Yes why?? Can't you see clearly that he doesn't even remember you? I mean he is very happy, and you are bent on making him jealous which I can say is the most stupid thing I have ever done.

It's not exactly a compliment but potato-potato, because actresses in Indonesia are always associated with beauty. "Call me," she smiles genuinely then walks to the sidewalk, entering a black car that matches her expensive appearance. I stare at the card I'm still holding as the car has been gone for a couple of minutes now. There's this one big word at the top in capital letters spelling CUPCAKE. And below it, right in the middle of the card, there is one word which I believe is her surname since it's just a simple ‘Collins’, with a phone number and an email address written under it.

Paloma is a pessimist and crusher. '