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Which was ridiculous cos I didn’t even go to parties. Scrolling further down, there was a blurry photo of me and Liam leaving the gala together, cropped in a way that made it look like we were sneaking away to seal some evil corporate deal. Perfect. Just perfect. And the internet of course was stupid enough to believe it all despite the very obvious loopholes.

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.

"God, I'm not good at this..." "What?" I asked. He laughed nervously. "I'm apologizing for referring to you as pleasure." I took a deep breath. "Hear me out." he said. "I'm used to this being a one-man show and... I need to accept that it's not any longer. You are not ornamental or merely here for my pleasure. You are here to help run a pack-to be a Luna-and it's time I started treating you as such." Adam grabbed my hands. "Can you forgive me?"

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

Only the name was a lie. Then it was time for the body description. I said I was slim,a bit of a large stomach, and a petite figure.For my profile picture, the site wanted a clear photo of me holding a sign with my username and the site's name to prove I was real. They said this picture wouldn't be posted, and I could use whatever I wanted for my main profile picture as long as it followed the rules.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

*Meadow* As we are relaxing briefly and eating some roasted wild pig, I make sure to reach to Cara to know she is well. After she tells me she is upset for not being here in the front line I chuckle and make sure to let her know her job as a future mother is more important than being here. I am glad when she tells me that Agape is also well, she had some pain the last few days and our pack nurses have assured us she is only tense and preparing for the birth of her twins should be her only concern. Gideon is with her, but he is also upset for not being here helping us. Agape is brave, and I am proud of having these strong women at my side. Gideon would worry me if he were here.

Somehow I am not feeling very secure with unlocking the phone with my face, in case any of my doppelgangers show up. I tap on the F******k icon and open the application. I log out of my personal account and create a new one. First name I shall put, HotGuy; while for last name I shall put InTheBed. HotGuy InTheBed. That’s it. Perfect. I filled in the details as simply as I can, birth date, address, current location, blah blah blah… And finally, the profile picture. Right, I almost forgot that I needed a profile picture for a F******k account. Leaving it blank might make it look suspicious, Jamie might not be interested to talk to me, so I shall upload a proper human photo.

THIRD PERSON POV Imogen’s phone felt like a live thing in her hand, buzzing not with a notification, but with her own nervous energy. On the screen was the profile of ‘Wilder_87’. His pictures showed a man with sun-kissed, tousled hair, a smile that crinkled the corners of his sea-blue eyes, and a penchant for hiking mountains she’d only ever seen on screensavers. For five months, he had been her highlight reel. His voice, a warm baritone through the phone, had talked her through a stressful project at work. His texts, witty and thoughtful, were the first thing she read in the morning and the last thing she saw at night.