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loosing the grip on my pillow I got a hold of my phone, as I didn't get any sleep, I thought of going through his F******k account. It's been a few days since I accepted his friend request on F******k. And with hesitation I had sent him a request too, which got accepted in a span of seconds. He might have been online when I sent him the request. within another second I got notified of his likes on my pictures, though I have only uploaded three pictures till now. one was my childhood pic, that seems a little faded and colourless. Another was from my school, in which I was wearing the school uniform and posing with Zakera. That picture is a little blurry though. and the third one was of my l

fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

Ethan shouted. Liam didn’t say a word. Just clenched his jaw and looked away. I wanted to disappear right there. Practice ended tense and quiet and while I was backing up video files a notification buzzed on my phone. Then another. Then ten more. Then it kept multiplying within minutes. My heart dropped immediately when I checked, what is this? A video had gone viral. The clip I filmed earlier of Liam shirtless and teasing the camera. Someone screen-recorded it and added the caption “Hottest player in the league???” and boom hundreds of views, almost getting to a thousand within a few minutes.

Instead of calling her, I added her on F******k first. After she approved my request, I sent her the video about the call she had made before Judith had had her operation in the hospital. After I sent the message to Comfort, I saw Haick's F******k profile picture. He had used a photo of his as his profile picture. I had never really paid attention to the profile photo on his F******k account. I clicked open the picture, enlarging it. Only then did I realize that it was a photo of him when he was in college.

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I rolled my eyes and was about to walk him through the power points of a backhand flick when my hand slipped and hit the sticker beside it. A "Peppa Pig bawling her eyes out" sticker went through. My stomach dropped. It was a sticker I used all the time on my main account, totally at odds with the cold, ruthless tactics-genius image of IceTyrant. The other end went silent for a full minute. "Master... did you get hacked?" I quickly hit unsend. "My cat stepped on it." "So even a legend like you keeps a cat! That's adorable! I'm buying you the best cat treats money can buy and shipping them tomorrow!"

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John's POV He screamed so loud that my ears nearly got damaged. I can't believe that this young man here was employed as my security. See how he is whimpering like a little child. “That's one finger. We haven't gone over to the next one” I grinned. I had only dealt with his Right pinky finger. That finger is usually the most susceptible one to pain.