Poppy Scrapbook Trolls Novels & Stories

"Grace tweeted last night that if Adventure Show was really a questionable program, she would never continue to participate in the recording. You and Grace are good friends, so why didn't you tell her the truth?" Jessica stood calmly in the crowd. The Internet trolls Grace hired were very good at creating a buzz. They played up the relationship between Grace and her, and described her as a vicious woman who was dedicated to victimizing her friends causing everyone to hate her.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much? I mean... Mommy might get upset.” Allie turned to him, her eyes blazing with determination. “Upset? Mommy’s been bullied for years because of these witches! It’s time they got a taste of their own medicine.” Arlyle nodded. “Besides, we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just sharing the truth.” With a few clicks, Allie set their plan in motion. The next morning, social media was ablaze with new revelations from a mysterious account called Terrific Trio. The account posted a cryptic message:

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

“I could miss Miss Lila’s good-morning greeting. And my gang.” Hazel turned slowly. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Since when do you have a gang?” Poppy huffed, deeply offended. “Since always. There’s Clara, Anaïs, and Leo. We’re the middle table. We have rules.” “I’m scared,” Rhea whispered, still tying the hair. “What rules, boss?” “Secret,” Poppy said, very important. “If I tell you, you have to pay membership.” Hazel looked at me, her mouth twitching. “She’s building a cult.”

It’s been three days already, so the trolls have been given more than enough time. And now that Brian gave his little speech, it’ll only take minutes for them to find her. Sure enough, Brian huffs out an incredulous sound and hands me his phone. Just as I suspected, there are already internet trolls comparing the photos from last night to Iris’ personal photos. I’m about to give Brian the scolding of a lifetime, but then my eyes snag on a link at the bottom of the page: “Abandoned fated mate of Alpha President Arthur Daven?”

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

Unforgivable. The two girls exchanged a determined glance. They would not bow to bullies. Carissa launched three furious posts online, discovering that Phoebe had actually hired a small army of online trolls. The digital battle escalated rapidly. The war of words lasted two days. Harper became a hospital celebrity—not because of the truth, but because people loved the scandal. The posts painted her life in shocking, salacious detail, while she carried on at work as if nothing had happened. Even Carissa, a tech whiz, struggled to manage the relentless attacks. Harper’s supposed “chaotic personal life” stubbornly remained on the hospital’s internal homepage.

Then we ignore everything else. Marcus: Fine. But I'm still mad about it. Zara: Everyone, stop. The gossip will die down. We just need to wait it out. Lorraine: My daughter is right. Trolls have short attention spans. Something else will scandalize them next week. MJ: I still think we should fight them. I can create fake accounts and Lorraine: MJ, no. We don't engage. We rise above. Kenya: Rising above is boring, though. Zara: Rising above is smart. Trust me.

“He’s my younger, beta brother, and while he’s not above the law, he has enough social status to file a half-dozen nuisance suits for harassment and call a press conference or two. When we do question him, we’ll need to have a lot more information than we do at present.” “I’ll get the exhumation paperwork started,” Travis said, and I nodded. “What did you find out about those usernames?” Zane asked Ted, who looked up from her laptop but kept typing. “In addition to the ones Scott mentioned, I’ve seen several other usernames being used in tandem, sometimes only once or twice, sometimes a great deal with informed bios and other signs of being a genuine user. The goals of these posts are obviou