My Life As An Internet Novels & Stories

That’s not a question I hear often. “I lived inside an internet café for a while,” I said quietly. “It feels like that’s where my life began, honestly. Before that, things are… hazy. Inconsistent. Like memories that don’t belong to me.” Lucien’s hand paused, then continued its rhythm again. “You really don’t remember?”

They were joking about how I was a 'bad girl' for getting over my loser ex by getting under the CEO. I groaned out loud. What is my life? Just yesterday I was worried about paying for groceries, and now my sex life—or the fake version of it—was the biggest topic on the internet. "You're shaking," Damien said standing so close that I could feel the heat from his body. "My friends think I'm a legend, my sister thinks I'm a whore, and the internet thinks I'm a gold digger," I whispered, looking at the city below us. "This is a mess, Damien."

As if every hour I’d put into my work, every sacrifice I’d made, every drop of energy I’d poured into my own dreams, could be erased with a few keystrokes from strangers who didn’t know me, didn’t care to. I didn’t even realize my coffee was still untouched on the counter. My legs carried me back to the bed without thinking, my phone heavy in my hand, my mind spinning so fast it was hard to breathe. I tried to tell myself it was just noise, that people would move on in a week. But the truth was—this wasn’t just a trending topic. This was me. My name. My face. My life. And somewhere under the roar of the internet, the only thing I could hear was that one comment repeating in my head, over and

She suddenly felt the room spinning as she could not understand if she was hallucinating or not. "How could this be?" She wondered. The internet was on fire. Her s*x tape video on the internet with thousands of likes and comments. Her name, trending on Twitter. The tape had a million views in just a short while. Apparently, it was uploaded not quite long ago and it has circulated in such a short time. Her eyes welled up in tears and she looked away, "Mom." She sobbed. "I am finished, my life is over." Her throat tightened and tears fell down her cheeks uncontrollably. There was no nothing left for her, her career and life was over now.

"You've caused quite a lot of trouble to our boys." I blushed in embarrassment. "Nothing intentional, I promise." I didn't blame her if she was wary of me. My name was plastered all over the internet and everyone knew I had been kidnapped. I was the victim but somehow, I was the one embarrassed for it. I tried to ignore it but over a month later, people were still talking about it. I didn't know them as they were mostly people from the internet but I had learned to ignore what they had to say because people could be heartless behind the keyboard.

She always got over it a few days later and we returned to our regular lifestyles. The only reason I wasn’t in a scandal yet was probably because of my anonymity. I never allowed my face on the internet so only my employees knew what I looked like. It was essential because of the double life I lived. If my face got out, everyone I knew that were around me would be in danger. However, some brain-dead people refused to believe that my privacy was mine and tried to sneakily upload my pictures on the internet. I was always fast enough to take them down though and block whatever fucking site did it. I didn’t work in data security for no reason.

The moment Irene heard that line, she nearly smashed the screen. "All that undercover work, and now my dignity is gone, too," she muttered angrily. I patted her back gently to calm her down. "Relax. Getting angry over clowns like them isn't worth it." They were trying the same trick they used years ago: tear me down, play the victim, and steal my attention and traffic. But the internet had changed a lot since then. People weren't fooled by shiny titles anymore. And I wasn't the same person I used to be either.

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

I wasn't going to let that get to me, I just wanted to be free. I let the music guide my every step as I flowed along . I was literally having a time of my life . I could see bella watching me and making sure I didn't leave her sight but that was literally none of my business . I had gone through so much in the hands of those that I call friends and family ,they don't even care about me and most importantly my parents dumped me like the piece of trash that i was . How cruel life could be . Just some months ago,I was the precious wife to the richest billionaire and also the daughter to one of the richest men in Australia but all of that was just a mystery because right now ,am the most hated

And until she met the 'right' person a born again virgin is what she'd remain. It wasn't a horrible existence. The internet afforded her with a sexual outlet. But she was pretty sure that if she ever needed repair work done on her computer she'd just trash it and buy a new one. She'd just have to be satisfied with watching from afar; the story of her life.