Mimosa Gossip Novels & Stories

Cain says, I smile, killing two birds with one stone, destroying all the new enemies trying to hurt my wife. “Okay, make necessary preparations for us to go,” I say happily, “I will call my wife to tell her I will be home late.” “Are you sure about this?” Cain asked, I nodded effortlessly. We prepared to be on the show, Mimi was buzzing with happiness, having someone he had trashed for months on end on her show was quite an achievement. I know she is probably going to make a lot of money tonight, but I know very well it will be the last time she makes this much money off gossip.

The closer the person, the sweeter the gossip. Nuella sat on the cream leather couch, her eyes following her hilarious friend. Mira dragged the table forward, and Daisy dropped the bowl of popcorn onto it. Both of them lowered themselves to the ground, elbows propped on the table, eyes fixed on Nuella. She let out a chuckle, glaring at them. “What is this?” Amusement danced in her voice as she laughed off their antics. “A preparation for the hot gist you have for us,” Mira said, throwing a popcorn into her mouth.

I opened a chat window. This person was a well-known internet influencer who always appeared wherever there was gossip. His sharp commentary had earned him quite a following. Now a famous figure in the gossip community, any news that came from him received maximum attention. I organized the evidence I had about the design competition judges and typed a message. [Are you there? I have solid dirt on Martin, one of the judges from the *** design competition.] His response came almost instantly, jumping straight to business. [How much to share it?]

It interested Mea. Renee bumped her elbow with Mea’s. “Open your Gossip account,” she whispered. Mea did as she asked. There were another 14 messages in the Unreplied tab. “Why are there more chats when I didn’t post anything?” Renee held her phone in front of Mea. It was an I*******m post of the picture of them that was also Pamela’s lock screen wallpaper. theRenee. Throwback pic! See the prettiest girl on the right? She’s on Gossip @itsmecristy

I keep looking at them while they are still happily talking to each other. After we eat, Jericho asks Mimo if she is single. I glared at Jericho as he talked to her with a smile on his face. I clench my fist while my eyebrows furrow as I glare at Mimo's answer. She acts shy and tells us that she has been single for all these years and has never had a first kiss. I gulp as I hear that from her. I feel my heart throbbing fast as I stare at her, and thinking I'm her first! I'm so happy deep inside, but I discretely hide it from her. When I have the result, she needs to get ready for me. After a few minutes, we went outside the restaurant, and we said goodbye to each other. After that, Mimo walk

I understand that that is ridiculous, but I couldn’t think clearly. Before I could text him back and get an answer to the growing mountain of questions in my head, a text from Naomi appeared on the screen. Naomi: You should have screamed at him. The text had an attachment to the GossipQueen’s social media account. She runs the top gossip column in all of Aurelia. If something happens to an elite, she’ll be the first to post it. Her most recent post, dated just an hour ago, was a photo. I read the caption before focusing on the actual image itself.

she clicked her tongue, then proclaimed, "You know who to contact, right? I want that sh*t to disappear in the next thirty minutes. I'll be in Miracle's room." The person she was asking to be contacted was Malick Henrey. He is a big name in the entertainment industry and has the capability to get rid of any juicy gossip from the media. Of course, anyone else could do that, but he was the quickest when it came to handling those things. And these others can only get rid of gossip from one source, but he tracks the gossip until he finds the source that started it and completely clears everything. At that moment, Principal Griffin was in her home office, tapping her keyboard as she smiled in sat

Maybe it was just the right folks who got what she was attempting to do. "I'll get in touch with the smaller companies and see if I can get some interest," Mimi remarked, her voice calm with fresh determination. "But I have to do this right." Jaxon's smile got bigger. "That's what I want to hear." Mimi got a new message on her phone while she was sending another email. She snatched it up without thinking, but when she saw the words, she stopped. "Someone is watching us." It's not only CrossCorp.

— the anonymous but notorious gossip blogger she had emailed the scoop to just days ago. With a shaky breath, she hit the call button. It rang only twice before the line connected. A sly, amused voice answered. “Well, well. Lagos’s most famous baby mama finally calls.” Imani didn’t smile. She was in no mood for sarcasm. “Cut the crap. I’m sending 200K to your account tonight. That post stays up. You don’t take it down. Not for anyone. Not for anything.” There was a beat of silence, then a slow chuckle from the other end.

GossipLover, who spread lies about my private life, was trying for a baby. He guzzled tonics daily, so I sent him a super-soup with grilled kidneys, noting: [Heard you're struggling. Get strong.] The college student who gleefully photoshopped my fake memorials got the city's priciest vegetarian meal. Note: [Eat light. It's a long road ahead.] GossipLover raged online, hurling vile curses. They were scared now. My gifts had struck their deepest vulnerabilities, a fear more torturous than any online spat, but the symphony of my revenge was just beginning.