Novel & Cerita Instagram Story Uploading Stuck

“Perfect.” She opens a new account on a platform—no name, no photo. It's just a black square. Caption: > Sometimes devils wear suits. She uploads the ten‑second clip. We stare at the screen while it processes. “This is stupid,” I whisper. “This is iconic,” Mia counters. The post goes live. Nothing happens. Of course, nothing happens. It’s ten seconds on a ghost account in a sea of noise. “We can delete it,” I say. “If it feels wrong. We can—”

He slides down to the floor in front of the couch I’m seated, legs pushing up and arms folded on his knees. “The TicToc video,” he replies. They were able to convince me to upload it. Now my face is out there on the internet for anyone to see. “Are you sure you don’t need to create an Instaagram account? You can repost your TicToc videos to the app.” “No, thanks. I’m fine.” I send a look of help to Amelia. She curls in the single sofa, her smile spreading as she nods for me to start. I don’t want to fill my head with negatives, but Amelia doesn’t seem okay. Not to me. My fingertips brushes the chord and a soft sound travels through the air. She grins.

The photoshoot had gone better than I expected. I scrolled through some of the videos that had been taken and selected a short clip. It was simple, just a few seconds of me smiling at the camera before turning away. Without overthinking it, I uploaded it to my I*******m story. Then I tossed my phone beside me. Less than five minutes later, my phone started vibrating.

I took my phone to send another message but stopped and decided to wait till the endline. The 48 hours deadline ended, and I got no reply or money. " Maybe she thinks i won't be able to do this," I sneered angrily and brought out my phone, composed a caption with the video and post it online. Smiling, I waited for the video to get views only to see the video wiped off before I could blink twice. I tried again and again and still the video got wiped off. " What the hell is going on!" I barked in anger. I tried her next dressing video and it did the same thing. I tried again and I was unable to post it this time.

Willa ran her hands through her hair, wanting to scream. As if that wasn’t enough of a setback, despite Willa’s attempt to upload those pictures with an anonymous private account to social media, all her actions ended up in failure. No matter what Willa did, the pictures won’t upload! Willa had even secretly tried to instigate other people to do the same thing, but it was still the same result… The photos or videos containing Norviel and Gillian can’t be uploaded. After thinking about it, how could Willa not realize that it was Norviel and Gillian’s handiwork?

“You don’t get to take pictures of people like that. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I could have you sued for every pathetic penny you have.” Her face went pale. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “Delete it,” he said. “I—I can’t,” she stammered. His eyes darkened. “What do you mean you can’t?” “It’s—it’s already uploaded,” she said quickly. “And the platform—it doesn’t let you delete immediately, you have to wait until—” “I don’t care,” he cut in. “I swear I’ll take it down,” she rushed. “Just give me an hour or two, I promise—”

Maybe when I uploaded his picture, his 3 million followers would suddenly attack me. I also captured my feet and the view outside of the window. After I select the photos that I love. I posted it on my account with a caption of an emoji plane. I've done a lot but still Liam is not replying to me. What is he doing now? I slapped my forehead to wake myself. Why am I thinking so much about him? I really still thought about what he was doing now. "Did Liam create an I* account?" Noah blurted that made my brows collide.

I shoved out my phone to take a picture of him, it'll be good in my gallery. “ smile for the camera " I muttered. “ and done... Time to post it on social media" Seeing the impending danger he rushed out of the bed. I got out of the room before he got to me. The chase continued for seconds till I missed a step and fell into the couch laughing. Luckily the phone was still in my hands. “ Don't you dare! " Carl growled jokingly. " you can't stop me" I taunted. He snatched the phone from me even before I clicked post.

I say, raising my voice over the music. Helen laughs, tossing her head back. “Right? But she’s stuck at that family dinner.” I make a face and lift my phone. “Let’s send her a photo. She can live vicariously through us.” We huddle together, cheek to cheek, both of us striking our most dramatic pose — pouty lips and flirty eyes. I snap a few and take a couple of videos too, scanning across the club, capturing the flashing lights and the energy. I upload them all to my I*******m story, adding a “Girls’ Night Out 💋🍸” sticker and tagging Helen.

A pop star and multimillionaire professing his love to you on stage, does have it perks. Besides, I do chip in a few video of Shawn and I on my Instagram story and now people are wondering and asking If I finally gave in to Shawn. Shawn tries to talk me against uploading too much about my life on Instagram and I could be monitored. I would have none of that. No one takes my Instagram from me! Besides, I can’t be tracked because, I don’t attach my actual location to my posts.. Shawn and I finally left for the Club. Shawn was on suit just without the jacket and tie with about 2 buttons loose…