Poppy Scrapbook Trolls Novels & Stories

thing was a front—just her spending quality time with a sugar daddy. “Come on,” they said. “She booked a Hollywood movie. That’s not something you pay for with one or two nights.” Trolls never had boundaries. And even though I never particularly liked Miley, seeing her get ripped apart like that online didn’t sit right with me. Sometimes, the nastiness actually made me feel bad for her. But now? Seeing someone tag the VP of Star Making out of nowhere, I narrowed my eyes, clicked into the user’s profile, and started browsing their older posts.

One of Stella's fans lamented: [The website crashed before I even got to see it. Another person said: [This is the power of Stella's loyal fans. With just one sentence from Stella, we can overwhelm a website.] Where there were fans, there would be a unique social circle. Soon, one of Stella's haters commented: [Stella's fans are so awesome. They crashed someone else's website and they're here gloating about it. How disgusting!] One of Stella's fans responded: [Are you blind? Or can't you understand human language?] Another said: [This kind of brainless trolling is truly disgusting.]

"I am very sorry Coco. The egg stinks and I don't know but I think it's rotten judging by the stench. And if am not wrong, those trolls did this." I was too embarrassed to speak. Too angry to think and I furiously stormed to where the suspects were. A group of six rich girls who despite always falling almost all classes never missed chances to annoy people. They called themselves Queens. Ally and I named them trolls. These girls had it all; from designer clothing to expensive cars. Whenever anyone reported them, the school ends up suspending you instead of those trolls. Rumours had it their parents paid off the Chancellor. "Why did you do that, Annie?" I scoffed.

I never imagined the person with bad intentions would be the man lying next to me every night. I began to piece things together, wondering when and how the two of them started this affair. How old had Poppy been then? The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt—until I ran to the trash can and threw up violently. When the nausea subsided, I walked into the living room. On the table sat a pink mug filled with milk Colin had made for me. I was lactose intolerant. But on Poppy's social media, she had posted, 'Puppy gave me every last drop of his milk.'

Maybe if she could learn how to not care so much about what Parker thought, then the slings and barbs from the general public wouldn’t hurt as much, either. It might not have been Carter’s intention, but when he told her about the online trolls on Parker’s article, it opened the door for her to check her socials. It was a mistake, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking. The trolls were having a field day on all her profiles and she found herself doom scrolling daily. At least having the miniatures to build gave her something else to focus on…when she could tear herself away from her phone.

I asked Xavier if he liked sports, then asked Poppy what her hobbies were, and after a while the tension relaxed. “Um, Gamma Rory, why do your nails look like that?” Poppy asked. Rory smiled, “Because I was born awesome. These things can cut through fruit like a knife. Wanna see?” Xavier and Poppy’s eyes lit up, and they both nodded. She grabbed the apple from Poppy’s plate, threw it in the air, and sliced it with her hand. “COOL!” They both said. Raul walked in and chuckled, “Showing off again, Rory?”

Step down before you get someone killed. I sat back. My heart was beating too fast. Not wolf-fast. Just human panic-fast. I closed the email. Immediately opened another. Big mistake. The trolls were out in full force. Every social platform I had was cracking under the weight of comments. “Get out of pack affairs.” “You have no bite.” “You’re a PR stunt.” “You don’t even look like a leader.” “You’re a some dirty whole orphan with a fancy dress.” “Your hair looks greasy.” “You’re probably lying about the attack.”

Xander fixed and handed me a plate, I started picking at it, my appetite coming back a little, better than this morning. “So,” Maya said, diving right in as she scooped rice onto her plate. “We saw the posts, and the e engagement pics are absolutely adorable by the way. You two look so happy, but the comments… ugh. Trolls gonna trolls, ruining everything.” I nodded, swallowing a bite of dumpling. “Yeah. It started positive, but then the hate rolled in. Calling me names, digging up the past. It’s like the scandal nightmare all over again.”

She motioned to the pile of tabloids. “I suppose,” I said reluctantly, picking up the next one. “How do they come up with this shit? According to this, we are regulars at a swingers club in the city. We’ve never been there!” Yet there was a photo of us together, standing outside the door to the club. “These photoshopped images are making me doubt everything I see in the media,” I grumbled. “Oh, and this one,” Cindy continued, scrolling furiously. “This delightful dumpster fire claims you and Maddoc are keeping a half-human hybrid child locked in the dungeon. There’s a picture of Mac and Laurie,” she snarled. “They need to leave her alone.”

Maybe I’m overthinking, but wasn’t I the one in a relationship with him for years since high school or was I a delusional twenty-one year old that made it all up. Capri was standing there dumbfounded at her words and lost in a gase. Not realizing her employee was standing there taking in all the gossip. Holly…. I know you’re not going to take that boss lady?! Whoop her A**. Capri…. Get back to work and stop being an instigator. Ugly troll…… Come on Ella let’s get out of here. That b**** is scary. She ain’t about to do s***. Capri not thinking for a second, or not caring where she was rather. She threw a carton of cigarettes as they were walking out the door; then here comes the newspapers fl