Poop Fiction Novels & Stories

Within the hour, I was trending everywhere as the infamous "Fake Best Friend" The Internet wanted to tear me apart. Everyone claimed I had been jealous of Elise and deliberately tricked her into eating poisonous mushrooms out of spite. I contacted Elise on WhatsApp and demanded she explain herself publicly. Instead, she blocked me immediately and started livestreaming online. The poisoned classmates were there with her. Elise wept into the camera. "It's all my fault for trusting the wrong person. She told me poisonous mushrooms could let us see the answers to the SAT. I trusted her because I thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was lying to me.

he answered flatly, “covered in leaves and a little bit of bird poop.” Her nose wrinkled in horror. “Oh my God! Where?” She immediately started poking at her face and hair, sniffing delicately. “Get it off! Get it off!” she hissed, trying to pinpoint the exact spot where the offending poop might be hiding. “Bird poop is like the herpes of outdoor stains. It just never fully goes away.”

How could he so casually cast me aside, offering me a pathetic consolation prize for someone else's sake? His words were nauseating. A mate bond was supposed to be sacred, a connection forged by destiny, not some manipulative game he could play to his advantage. I didn't hesitate. I threw him out of my house, slamming the door shut on his lies and his callous heart. But that was only the beginning of the nightmare. The entire pack turned against me. Every glance held judgment, every whisper carried scorn. I became an outcast in my own community.

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

My father had asked me to prepare him some chicken pepper soup which I did, it was one of my friends' favorite soup. I took a plate and dished some for myself and my father was furious with me but I only apologized and before leaving I added some poison I had bought and hidden for a day like this. This poison works slowly and doesn't kill immediately. To avoid suspicion I threw the empty container of the poison in the dustbin at my place of work.

Alex jumps in with a ding that makes me gasp. "You two had your fun… my turn to make her scream. Poppy, imagine my tongue on your clit first, then my cock slamming balls deep, you dirty hoe." Jamal added with a voice note, the message popping up with a whoosh; "Hell no, Alex, I've been fantasizing about bending you over and fucking that ass raw, Poppy. Send us a pic of those pierced percky tits to tide us over, you teasing bitch." Even the fifth guy chimes in softly, "This is insane... Poppy, you're making it hard to stay faithful, but I'll just lurk and jerk off to the updates."

“I thought they had us. I mean, I figured we were headed to juvie.” “Did you hear what the cops said? There’s all kinds of snakes and raccoons in this garbage. Let’s get out of here, get our bikes, and go back over to the bridge for a little bit.” “Well, what are we gonna do next?” “I got lunch bags, and there’s plenty of dog poop around. I also have a little can of lighter fluid and a Bic lighter. What do you think we’re gonna do next?” “Oh man, burning poop!”

Chapter One She had forgotten what warmth felt like. The cold, the darkness… they were all she had left. The damp walls of the dungeon reeked of filth and rotting straw. Shackles clanked as Eileen Sanders stirred, her limbs too weak to resist the pull of gravity. The wounds on her wrists had dried into cracked, angry lines, and a testament to her three weeks of suffering.

"Jessica! Don't go. Listen to my explanation!" I frowned and turned back. Holding tightly onto me with both hands, Lucas said anxiously, "I was deceived! It was Lucy—she seduced me..." I pulled my hand away coldly. "And you think you're blameless?" Lucas blocked the car door and pleaded desperately, "Jessica, I'm sorry. I failed you. Please, just give me one more chance!" Men were always like this. When they cheated, they became smug, convinced they had fooled everyone while openly indulging in the thrill of betrayal. But once the truth came out, they suddenly believed that as long as they lowered their pride and apologized, they deserved forgiveness.