Novel & Cerita Kirra Hart Video

Looked at my screen. The cursor blinked in the search bar of my spreadsheet. Patient. Judgmental. A body dropped into the chair beside me. “You’re Sloane.” I turned. The girl was tall, blonde, holding a camera with a lens the size of a small telescope. Press badge. KIRA WALSH, DALTON ATHLETICS COMMUNICATIONS. “I’m Kira. I do photo for the program. Maren said you’re the one who wrote the branding toolkit.” “That’s me.” “It’s incredible. I sent it to three people at ESPN.”

He wasn't a morning person; if he was here at six-thirty, it meant something was bleeding online. "You're going to want to see this," he said, tone flat, eyes heavy with the grim amusement of someone who'd watched this pattern unfold too many times. I didn't need to ask what "this" was. Bad news always travelled fast. It had a specific gravity, a way of pulling everything else toward it. The video was short, barely three minutes. Lillie Hart was sitting in what looked like her apartment, her lips painted bright red, and her eyes sharp with smug satisfaction.

But Amber had no regrets or remorse and rewarded him well for helping a girl out. Sometimes Amber got distracted as she was supposed to be paying attention to her online lectures or doing homework. A favorite search topic of hers was related to the videos Kira had shared with the world of the heiress’ rant against little Xavier. It had gone viral and caused quite the stir. Courtney faced huge backlash over the video, and it had yet to die down even after two weeks.

“You really have a death wish, huh?” Kiran slapped himself lightly on the head as if something had just occurred to him. “Oh, I prepared another present just for you!” He fished his phone out of his pocket, an intriguing smile playing on his lips. “I’m sure this will pique your interest.” Henry was taken aback to see him bring out his phone. “There’s a video inside that I think will be interesting for a lot of people. Much, much more interesting than your promotional video,” Kiran stressed.

“Whoa! Slow down, Harper. She’s still Nick’s mate, and there’s something else behind it, which I believe is why he’s kept it from you. “I doubt that… he’s just trying to protect her.” "Yes," Alfie swallowed hard. “He can’t help it, and Kira has been carrying that guilt ever since. If the video gets out, she’ll be forced to relive the whole thing.” Harper was silent for a long moment. Her hand had fallen to her sides, and her eyes widened, trying to fix all the pieces of information that Alfie hadn’t realized he’d blurted out. “There’s a video?” she croaked out. Alfie froze. He hadn’t meant to say that… the words just slipped out in the heat of the moment.

My heels clicked against the floor as I left the restroom, each step matching the rhythm of my thoughts. Near the classroom door, I paused and glanced inside. Harriet sat at her desk, her head in her hands, fingers pressing against her temples like she was trying to force a thought to come, the cake on her hand fell on the floor. Her shoulders slumped as it was as if struggling to breathe, I smiled seeing this. I just hope that my phone number won't be traced, I wouldn't have sent the video to Eveyln using my phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mira waving brightly. My girl. She grinned at me. I gave her a small smile and waved back, though my mind was elsewhere.

Damian teased, pointing at her. Kiara laughed, taking a sip of her coffee and eating her breakfast. “The video is going viral, you guys! Who would’ve thought? I might end up taking another trip to Jamaica. It’s lovely over there.” She sported a victorious smile on her face, as she wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “We’re proud of you.” Both parents said in unison. They glanced at each other, trying to stifle laughter. Just then, the doorbell rang signaling an unexpected visitor. Kiara looked at the wall, where the security camera’s monitor was mounted.

I vowed to protect Charlotte from the incessant camera flashes, and so far, I had kept that promise to myself. I turned off the ignition and texted her, informing her that I had arrived. I opened my YouTube app, and scanned through videos of ‘break-ups’, ‘how to clean your stained car seat’, and the famous' Kardashians' drama. Everything on social media was shit, and I was about to exit when I saw a recommended video on the page. It had been posted by one Rita Hudson, and the thumbnail had a picture of Charlotte pecking Rita on the cheek. I found it cute and curiously opened it, noticing that it had been posted four years ago.

Even if you try forgetting that incident, it will surely come again. But then, some say, you can smile at the past when everything is good and back to normal. When your present life is filled with happiness and love. "I can never do that again." He stopped when he saw the kids gasping. And when they looked up, they turned the phone to him. It was just a destruction scene and when Kira saw the video, her eyes widened and she gasped loudly. Story by Uche Lawrence.