My Life As An Internet Novels & Stories

I said, my voice breaking. “True,” she whispered. The weight of it all crashed over me like a wave I couldn’t outrun. “My life is over,” I choked, my knees giving out as I slumped to the floor. Hot tears spilled freely down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Cassia knelt beside me and pulled me into her arms. “Don’t say that, Aure,” she whispered, but her voice trembled too. “Cassia, you know the internet never forgets.” My voice came out hollow, almost detached. “Once something like this goes up, it never dies. It just keeps circulating.”

Chapter 54 Annalisa If there was one thing about the internet, it was that it never forgets. Like, ‘never ever’ forgets. You could sneeze in public, and ten minutes later, there would be a skit remix of it going viral with the caption, “Bless you, queen.” So yeah, my little “I’m married” moment on the livestream? That had the world laughing their asses out.

He thought Gabriella was bothered by it and comforted her. "When I first debuted, I was extremely bothered by what was said on the internet. After a while, I slowly understood. Now, to me, they are just another person in the sea of people in society, a stranger I had never met. "They would never earnestly get to know me. They would only vent their frustrations out on the internet based on what the media says. Why should I bother about them? I have a much more entertaining life than them. Once the news blows over, how many of them would still remember this?"

“Ahh, it’s time to go to my work.” I wiped my helpless tears away and grinned miserably. “I have to work for my family first, and then I’ll cry later.” I stood up and exited Sir’s office. I even witnessed other pupils laughing with their companions. Some of them are walking with their cellphone, eating delectable food, hanging out at school, and studying on the bench with their headphones. I was alone in university and had no friends because I didn’t have time for that. My life focuses on school and work, but thanks to the internet, I’ve made some new acquaintances. We didn’t know each other personally, but we felt at ease with each other.

It was like she was stuck, in an endless loop where everyone was out to get her, and she just could not breathe. Her alarm went off on her phone, and she knew what time it was. She pushed the duvet off her head and pulled her laptop close to her. She signed into her Rebbit account and clicked on the inbox icon. "Who cares about the real world?" Doona sighed. "My true self exists on the internet, where everyone loves me and respects me." She flipped through the thousands of messages requesting her expert advice on matters of relationships. Doona smiled at herself. That's right, she thought. I am a relationship expert, I have tons of friends on the internet, and no one pushes me around. She st

“You’re almost twenty-six. You don’t live in the Middle Ages……You don’t have to keep performing for her…..You're your own person.” She stared down at her fries, jaw tight. “You don’t get it.” “Then explain it to me,” I said softly. She exhaled. “My entire life is optics…..Every post…..Every outfit…..Every relationship I've ever been or im going to be in. I mess up once and the internet decides I’m a villain. Or worse…..irrelevant and cancelled.” “Or,” I said, nudging her knee, “you finally do something for yourself.” She snorted. “That’s not how social media works.”

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

#ShouldIStillBeAliveIfMySisterWon'tSaveMe? Within minutes, thousands of people poured in, hungry for tragedy. Summer even put on makeup to look pale and sickly. With trembling lips and a soft, feeble voice, she pleaded, "Please… If you see this, help me find my sister. I just want a chance to live…" The chat went feral with sympathy. Most of the people cursed me, calling me heartless, selfish, a monster. Then, the internet did what it always does. They started deep-diving into my life, expecting scandals and abuse, any proof that I was the villain Summer painted me to be.

There, I had faced my fears, discovered new passions and learned valuable lessons about resilience and humility. When I said goodbye to Bernardo, I thanked him for his patience, guidance and for introducing me to a new world of possibilities. I promised myself that I would take with me the spirit of the farm in my heart, keeping alive the connection with nature and animals, even far from there. As the days unfolded on the farm, an unexpected challenge arose: the absence of the internet. As a digital influencer, I was used to always being connected, sharing my life on social networks and interacting with my followers. The lack of signal and internet access on the farm began to bother me.

“And you? How are you?” He nods once. “Coping.” His eyes lift back to mine. “I did try to look you up, you know. But there’s basically nothing about you on the internet. It’s like you vanished.” I can’t help the little smile that slips out. “I've never been a media person.” I continue, “I took your advice,” I say softly. “Restarted Vance Global. It’s small now, but steady. And things are… good.” His expression brightens, pride glinting in his eyes. “I'm glad you did.”