Novel & Cerita Mimosa Gossip

He looked at Dima, lying beside him on the bed, then returned to his phone and began browsing social media. After several pictures on his phone screen, he scrolled to the top and saw a post on someone's account. It read: "I'm Mira, and this is my number. I'd like to get to know you. Serious relationship, paid for in cash." Below the post was a picture of Mira. She looked beautiful, wearing a sheer dress that revealed more than it concealed. Malik smiled faintly, his expression cold, and copied the number to his phone. He pressed the call button and glanced at Dima, who was lying asleep beside him.

She frowns and then asks, "Are you gay? That's against God, but I won't judge you." "I'm not gay, Mimi." "Well, what is it? I can't figure you out." Leaning over me, she analyzes my face. The longer she gazes into my eyes, the more she seems discerning. Mimi's an attractive Creole woman with thick hips and a tiny waist. Her body feels good lying on mine. To distract her, I peck her lips, and she smiles. Soon, I'm erect, and she starts grinding on my penis, and we start kissing.

Suddenly, whispers start flying like a game of telephone, a whirlwind of rumours and speculations taking over the room. A girl up front leans in close to her friend. “Damn, he's a total hottie. Wonder where he's from.” Her buddy is all ears. “I heard he's from some obscure town up north.” Honestly, I hate doing the whole “Hi, I'm Casper” song and dance, so I came up with a plan to skip the small talk. I hand-picked a few students and used my mind-control mojo to plant fake details about my life. Before you know it, the gossip mill was churning, and those juicy tidbits were all over the school. Just like that, I became the talk of the town, without having to go through any pointless chit-chat

"Here's your mimosa, babe'' "Thanks, Lou," I said, taking a long, contemplative sip. "You know, Lou, I think I'm in the mood for some real excitement today." He smiled, oblivious. "Oh? What kind of excitement?" I didn't answer him. My fingers were already flying across the screen, searching. Keke Jones. The owner of "Heldon Hearsay," the juiciest, most scandalous gossip blog on campus. Keke loved a good story, and she loved to stir the pot.

Nope, not a clue who she could be talking about. “Do not let your thoughts dwell much. Care to know what is the most recent scandal?” Margaux tilts my head back till I can see the lift of her muscles under her skin, as if she is raising her nonexistent eyebrows. Words under the sea travel much faster than words on land. sirens, they’re gossipy little things. Gossip Guppies, my friends used to say. Back when I had friends, I mean. “Don’t tell me a thing. I’m happy in my own little world here.”

As soon as she appeared, more than ten people would respond. Suddenly, with great dramatic flair, she received a reply from Miss Walker. "You know nothing. They are siblings, involved in an incestuous relationship..." This statement caused a wave of reactions, with over fifty people replying within five minutes, eagerly awaiting Miss Crystal's revelations. Some people were indifferent, while others were just passing by, but everyone was waiting for gossip. Miss Walker, provocatively, replied again, "I won't tell you." Instantly, a wave of criticism erupted. Jessica was speechless. What is the most annoying thing about gossip? It's when someone teases and leaves you hanging without revealing

“Tell me you didn’t.” “Didn’t what?” She turned her screen toward me. There, on the Empire Gossip page, was a grainy photo of me and Xavier kissing in the hallway. It already had 3,000 likes and a hundred comments. I groaned, burying my face in my arms. Mira squealed. “Okay, that kiss looked real. Like, real real.” “It wasn’t,” I said quickly. “It was staged. He’s just trying to cover his butt.”

Mia’s grip tightened on the edge of her desk. Secretary. As if that single word erased a person’s humanity. "Janice," Vivian said, dropping her voice to a whisper that was still perfectly audible. "Did you hear the update on the GossipDaily blog?" Mia leaned back an inch, her eyes fixed on her blank screen, every muscle in her body tense.

Some even pull out their phones. My heart plummeted. Please God, not again. Not more gossip. Not more humiliation. I couldn’t survive another scene like the locker room. I couldn't “Mimi!” A girl from my English class rushed to me, her eyes wide with… something. Not mockery this time. Concern. “Are you okay?” she asked. I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She opened her mouth, shut it, then whispered, “You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”

She could see Nina’s eyes popping and she smirked, “where the hell did you steal this outfit from… and the phone, that’s a limited phone, only ten people in the world own it, hey thief, you’ve been stealing from us right?” Their high pitched voice was green with envy. ‘I didn’t steal from you, it’s not like your house and everything in it sold together can afford this phone. A friend got me the cloth”. “Liar, I will make sure mom hears this when she returns”. Aramina ignored them, picked up her books and left for her classes.