It's Going Down Persona Novels & Stories

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

She just rolled her eyes. A lot of people have nothing to do with their lives they get entertained by a mere photo of an ant. It’s ridiculous. Her chat box was blinking red and when she opened it, it was Tiff. ‘Seriously?’ the message read followed by shaking heads emojis. ‘Yeah, I know. I need a moderator. I cannot handle Anne Yates’ account anymore. Can you do it for me?’ she knew she would object but no harm in trying. ‘No. The persona you created is beyond me’ – Tiff.

And the way he'd said sweet smelling soaps like it was a criticism against all soaps that ever existed. He wanted to go back there and put him in his place. A person like Arc should even be elated to get his attention. He was a media sensation, a number one influencer and was counted as one of the 50 most followed popular personalities in the world. Not anymore. He'd been sent a news headline through his email, stating his demotion to the top 20 most not followed celebrities in the world. He was terrified to go through his phone for fear of being reminded of how his life was major chaos.

Nowadays, the stock of Apex Corp is indeed plummeting like a cliff, and there are endless reports online about the various crises facing the company, as if Apex Corp is really on the verge of collapse. Based on this, Jenna boldly speculated two possible scenarios.

I opened the first one and groaned. “Oh God…” Sienna peered over. “What happened? Fire? War? Apocalypse?” “Worse,” I said. “Charlotte.” I clicked her voice note and immediately winced. “MAYAAA. I LOST A FOLLOWER. ONE. FOLLOWER. I DIDN’T POST FOR A MONTH AND NOW LOOK. I’M RUINED. FINISHED. CANCELLED. PACK MY BAGS, I’M MOVING TO THE FOREST.” I could practically see her pacing around the living room like a Victorian ghost whose WiFi just died.

The barista called out names in a monotone voice. "Dylan!" "Jennifer!" "David!" None of them mine. I sipped the coffee. It tasted like absolutely nothing. At the table directly next to mine, two people in matching neon yellow T-shirts leaned so close their foreheads almost touched. Whispering frantically. "Our visibility is tanking. The algorithm is destroying us." Every muscle in my body went rigid. I leaned in slightly without meaning to. "If we don't hit five hundred shares by tonight, this entire campaign is dead in the water."

He unlocked it and turned the screen toward Kathalina. She leaned closer. A trending topic filled the screen. Her name. Headlines. Screenshots. Some posts were already gone. Others were still there, fading, buried under updates and silence. “They’re removing it,” Kathalina said quietly. Thirdie nodded. “My team is handling it. Give it time. It’ll disappear.” Kathalina looked at the screen a moment longer… then turned to him. “So,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “Agnes is doing it again?”

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"I'm dying! We've heard this 'no true love' claim so many times, but the Carters always prove it wrong. The so-called 'body double' is actually the real person! Internet speculation at its finest!" Reading these comments now filled me with immense satisfaction. I'm not usually this petty, but considering Elena Pierce created this ridiculous trending topic, seeing her plan backfire so spectacularly felt incredibly gratifying.

She briskly walked into the campus, yet she noticed that everyone was staring at her weirdly and whispering among themselves. One asked, "That's Isla Stokerton, right?" "Yes, she's the one who's trending. What an embarrassment!" Hearing those baffling words, Isla quickly pulled out her phone and saw the links sent by her friends. Upon clicking into it, she realized someone had submitted the story of her confessing to Emmett to the rant bot, and it had even made it to the trending topics. Isla was shocked to see the entries in the hashtag "Quintessa Uni's obsessive pining woman."