Peyton List Fake Porn Novels & Stories

"Holly Jay is a fake account we made for a gossip website. If there is something false said about one of our clients we log into the website and sway the opinions of the public. It's easier and more believable that way." Sebastian nodded his head in satisfaction "Wow, smart and adorable? You're proving to be a valuable asset." My eyes widened in surprise. Did he really just say that? I felt my face heat up. Dammit, why was I so weak? I pretended to shrug off his comment "Yeah, yeah whatever. To be honest, I'm still mad at you for that Billy Mane bullshit." I said, while answering emails and messaging Darcy. Sebastian laughed. a kind of laugh that was somewhat therapeutic. "Yeah, tell you wha

" Well, Mr. Perfect... I happened to stumble upon your other account—the one where you post pictures of your luxury vacations, expensive cars, and, oh, let’s not forget the very interesting pictures of the rave parties, organized by you and where drugs and alcohol are served like snacks. Moreover, you have comments from shady women calling you baby and boo.” “That’s a lie!” Raghav shouted. “Is it?” I said, holding up my phone. “Here’s a screenshot of your account, complete with a picture of you holding—oh, what’s this?—three different women in three different months. Care to explain, or should we just applaud your dedication to diversity?”

"This is fake… None of this is real!" Yvette ran up the stage and shouted, "You're despicable, Callum! How dare you forge these documents to frame me?! Don't believe him, everyone! He's just jealous of my company's IPO and has become delusional!" Henry quickly chimed in as he shouted into the media's camera, "Yvette is right! He tried to scare us this afternoon with a fake app, and now he has gone even further by creating these fake documents. Someone call the police to arrest him!"

… After I got home, I opened my phone and saw that the video had indeed blown up. It was thanks to the money Matt threw around. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have gone viral so fast. There were many comments telling me she was the heiress Wren Smith, and that I had been deceived and should get my money back. Some even messaged me directly, telling me not to be afraid. This wasn’t my fault, after all. [Dude, gather your evidence. If she dared to lie to you, you can fight back!] I was genuinely grateful to these people, but I couldn’t just say thank you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have asked you that.” Leo buried his face in my shoulder and cried without a sound. Then, he suddenly looked up at me. “You know about Auntie Maria and Dad’s ceremony, don’t you?” “Dad told me it’s not a real mating. Mom, please don’t be mad, okay? He loves you.” I said nothing, unwilling to shatter his innocent hope. After dinner, the housekeeper took Leo upstairs for his bath. I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed.

Mr huge dîck got up, he walked towards me, grabbed my right arm and gently pushed me behind him, then stood protectively in front of me and I couldn't help the smile that crept up my face. "My students aren't whores, they're just training to become actresses," She scoffed. "Actresses? Or you mean pornstars -professional whores?" I squinted my eyebrows, what does everyone have against pornstars? "What is wrong with someone being a pornstar?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. She scoffed loudly and pushed her brother out of the way, then stood a arm away from me. "Getting naked in front of the cameras and for the whole world to see, that ain't a decent job sister," she said.

She smiled to herself, without listening to anything that the person in front of him was speaking. "And I think it will be best if teachers include that too. Gracie? Are you even listening?" "Huh? Ah yeah! I think pineapples are a big no." She said, nonchalantly. Shaun knitted his brows, dumbfoundedly, letting out a mocking chuckle at how this girl is good at pretending and making answers. "What?" Gracie simply asked. "Weren't we talking about pizza and its toppings?" "Definitely not. That topic was over minutes ago." He explained as he picked his phone from the table looking at the 'oh' expression on Gracie's round face. He started scrolling through I*******m himself.

“No. I am exhausted and need to go rest. Wait. Let me finalize some things and check the news and my phone like Brandon said and we will leave. Just sit on that table with your sexy self.” Smiling, “Yes, daddy.” “Say it like that one more time, and I will fuck you. Hard.” She flushed and looked away. Reaching for the phone, I turned it on. There had been thousands of missed calls from Steele and Neymar. Also, my email was flooded with messages. The first thing I opened was a message from Neymar which read, “Sir, kindly check the blogs. We have a problem.” I opened the browsers of my phone, and making the headline was, 'A source close to Pierce Empire has stated that her alleged romance with

" I already am. " " How cool" she purred sarcastically " So what would you like me to be?" She continued her sarcasm " Your actual bodyguard? Maybe you're a bad guy and have a gang out something, and you guys do all this bad stuff and..." She rolled her eyes " You're wasting your time!" She knows he's a CEO, and she knows he's not a gang leader or is involved in all these mafia things and stuff. He's strictly a Playboy CEO, and he already have enough people protecting in at his office, and home.

Today just kept getting better and better, I sighed again, pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt. A new message popped up and I didn't bother to look through it, eighty-nine percent sure it was from Payne asking for attention. “The girls who are this idiot, die-hard fans should see him now, they'd be so embarrassed.” I sneered, slipping into a pair of dark boots, the thought put a smile on my face, and for a second, I had the thought to post our chat online, anonymously of course. Payne Vernick, known to the world as VERN, was a global sensation—platinum records, sold-out arenas, and enough charm to make headlines without trying. Every girl wanted to bed him and every man was