Novel & Cerita Mimosa Gossip

The walls are thin to a fault so besides the footage of them shoving their tongues down each other's throat before they even made it to the room, there was also a recording of what he had said and the back and forth moans. Chloe stood on one side of me, and our friend Mira on the other. Mira ran a local blog about city gossip since her senior year in high school. Since she couldn't bag a job as a journalist she decided to take the blog seriously, and the gleam in her eye told me she already knew exactly what kind of story this was about to become. "You sure about this?" Mira asked quietly. "I've never been more sure of anything. Jace will pay for ruining my life."

We’re waiting for… UPDATES! #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #BadAngleForKissing #WhoIsTheVillain #RichPeopleDramaIsSoTasty #RepostAndRun “Oh my God,” I voiced breathlessly, dropping my phone. “Oh. My. God! Oh my Goddddd!” my voice echoed everywhere. Pretty sure it went past my room’s door as well. But could you blame me?? A big ass gossip blog tagged me! A big ass gossip blog reposted my yesterday’s post! I am on a gossip blog right now!! “Oh my God, I’m trending” I gasped, jumping to my feet. “I’m trending! On social media! On bloody social media!! Can you believe it?!”

Madison "You think you can find Katherine without a last name?" I asked, leaning closer to see her screen. "There must be thousands of Katherines in the world." "Oh, sweet summer child." Hazel cracked her knuckles dramatically before typing her password. "You underestimate the power of gossip networks." Her Discord app opened to reveal at least twenty different servers with names like "NYC Elite Tea," "Billionaire Watchdogs," and "Rich People Problems." "How many of these gossip groups are you in?" I asked, eyes widening.

W******p group chats buzzing nonstop. The more I scrolled, the less it made sense. No one was being clear. Half the messages were just “I’m so sorry” or “Have you seen this?” or “Melissa???” My pulse kicked up. I clicked on the first thing that caught my eye—a F******k video from a gossip blogger. I didn’t even read the caption. I just tapped play. And there it was. Xavier. Xavier and Katrina. Lost in each other’s lips. The camera had caught them so close it almost felt staged—his hand at the side of her face, her fingers brushing against his neck. The kind of kiss that doesn’t just happen unless… unless…

"Oh, right.. Whoever took those misleading photos before, are you a dumbhead? You think they won't find out who you are? Spreading false gossip against the Great 7 is a big mistake dude." "Hahahaha.. I didn't expect that the people behind Gossip could be stupid too. Why didn't verify it first before publishing it? They're not afraid of being forced to shut down?" "Hahah waiting for them to be slain, Master!" "Yes! Please slay them!" After doing what needed to be done, Heather closed her laptop. "A'ight! I'll go for a swim now." She told them before joining the rest on the beach. "What to do next, Master?" Diana teased.

While she was there as a Hova's pet, the other girls were still in cages. Since there was nothing else for her to do, she tried to occupy her time listening to the Hova's conversations. She didn't understand most of what they said. They spoke of their homes, the latest gossip that their wives or children wrote to them, and what noble did this or that. Some were very excited about something they called the Sanguine Ball, but Mimbi didn't understand if it was really a ball or something to do with food. Most of the Hova stopped talking if she walked past them. Others continued talking, completely ignoring her. After all, she was only the food.

“Perfect. Send it to me.” Vanessa pulled out her phone and found the photo. It was actually a decent one. Adrian was standing next to her with his hand barely touching her waist. She was smiling up at him. The bump was visible but not too obvious. She sent it to Jenna. Jenna studied it for a moment and then nodded. “This works. Now we just need to create a fake account and send it to the blog.” “Which blog?” “Elite Gossip. They post everything about rich people. Weddings, scandals, divorces. If we send this to them, it’ll be everywhere by tonight.”

Lusy asked, seemingly seeing Molly's enthusiastic expression. "You're her assistant, I'm afraid you'll report me to your boss," Lusy said, making Molly sigh irritably. "Hey, you know, I never mix work matters with my curiosity. I'm professional," Moly replied, making Lusy snort. Yes, it could be said that Moly was always curious about circulating gossip, even if it was just cheap gossip or unclear news, making Lusy sigh roughly. "Listen, I'm not saying this is the truth. You know, I heard it from someone else too," Lusy said, making Moly nod with shining eyes, making Lusy sigh roughly again.

"Videos? What? How?" "Have you been to Gossip Mill in the last few days?" Chloe asked. She had opened up a page on my laptop and she was handing it over to me. "No, why?" Gossip Mill was the biggest entertainment blog in the country. The latest, juiciest celebrity gossip always found its way there. I clicked on the recent news, and as the pictures opened, I nearly dropped my laptop. Fuck. Pictures of me and the man from the coffee shop kissing were splayed all over the website. The pictures had been taken from different angles. Pictures of me leaving the shop were there too. And then I began to read the headlines. Somehow, they got worse as I progressed.

One of them stated: no pressing, exchanging fluids, peeing on each other, vaginal or any other thing like that, BJ, VJ, or any other J thing in this world. “What?” I screamed, almost dropping my phone on the dark brown rug. “Why did you scream?” Mum turned around with confusion written all over her face. “I saw something unbelievable on my school gossip page.” “Your school has a gossip page?” Now she was more confused. “No, Mum,” I sighed. “You probably won’t get it because you’re like 90 something.” Nobody knows who runs the gossip page. Some say the owner is a student, some say the person doesn’t even go to Bridgehall, some even think it’s a group of gossipers.