Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

They both have an idiotic expression on their face. “No, we're fucking. How about that?" I mocked in annoyance. "But seriously, dude, you let her kiss you?" Raynel said it with a hint of excitement or something. Like what the hell? "You look like a psychotic maniac with that face of yours, dumbshit." I told him in a disgusted tone. He just gave me a disapproving look. "Tsssssss. I just want to .." he paused and look at me teasingly, Oh God please wipe that look off of him right now before I do it myself.

I sounded like a cartoon character discovering taxes. He pulled back slightly, enough for me to see his face. His very unreadable, not-at-all-helpful face. "I’m not," he said, gaze steady. Oh no. Oh no no no. Was this real? Were we still dreaming? Did I actually fall asleep by the fridge and now this was my subconscious doing improv? And then— He grinned. "Kidding! Obviously." I smacked his chest so hard my palm stung. "You absolute troll!" He doubled over laughing, which honestly offended me more.

"What?" "Nothing," I muttered, taking a big swallow of whiskey. It burned all the way down, warming me from the inside. Troy studied me over the rim of his glass. "Bullshit. That's your 'I fucked up but I don't want to talk about it' face." "What? That doesn’t even make any sense, I don't have a face like that." "You totally do. Your left eye twitches a little." He leaned against the counter. "So what'd you do now?"

"Observe this. Some trolls are spreading disgusting rumors. Felicia picked up the phone. Someone had written about her on the finance forum, including her name in the headline. It was a terrible title. The host of the most recent financial conference, Evelynn, slept her way to the top. She's just dirty; so much for intelligence and attractiveness. Here was a secretly taken picture of her at the summit. She was speaking to a man, but it was obvious that her face had been altered to appear as though she were smiling flirtatiously—almost desperately. Her "seductive" expression was all that was visible because everyone else in the background was blurred.

Does she even qualify? Tod replied below: ~Do you have a toilet at home? If so, hurry up and eat some feces, and then go pee and look at yourself. A mouth full of crap deserves to drink toilet water.~ ~This Amanda woman is constantly trying to trend. She's already Benjamin's wife. How can she still be so shameless?~ Tod hugged his keyboard, his small fingers clattering away. In a short time, he had retorted hundreds of messages. He also managed to pinpoint the trolls' address. Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen:

Even as he hesitated, he soon mused to himself, "What's so difficult about that? There's this chick who got popular by putting mentos into cola, and it stayed trending for days. Compared to that, I am a man who is as brave as I am smart, seeing through lies. If this goes online, I might be universally acknowledged as a master of antique appraisals!" With that in mind, he quickly told everyone, "Well, I'm fine with that—upload it all you want. But while I don't care about my image rights, you had better censor the conman's face, or he might come after you. It's an account ban if they get your account banned, but they might demand compensation in worse cases." The rest of them agreed. "Don't w

The number was still climbing. 1500. 2000. 2500. Almost all of them were vicious. "Her license should be revoked!" "She needs to be canceled. End her career." "So disgusting. How can she show her face as a lawyer anymore?" "Someone release her full name so all her clients know who she really is!" I noticed many of the commenters had new profiles and blank photos. Obvious sock puppet accounts. Preston hadn’t just used his own people. He’d hired a troll farm.

He couldn’t take it and it only hurt his d*ck when he tried to! Roland’s face turned pale when the number turned zero... "Tick---!" Roland collapsed on his buttocks, his legs and eyes wide open, waiting for his little buddy to blow off! "Clack!" However, to his surprise, instead of seeing his little buddy along with his balls go blown off, a small stick came out instead with a flag stating: Boom! "Pft!" The woman on the speaker laughed, "Fuwahaha! What a doof! It’s just a toy! "

Acting like a supreme spoiled diva, he tosses his hair and declares to the room, "My mouth said what it said, manager! I refuse to look grimy or carry swamp mud on my cheeks! That foul look will completely ruin my popularity among the young packs!" Jerry, the production manager, flashes a highly apologetic, sweating grin as he tries to calm the boy down. "But Master Tahl, this is a brutal border disaster film. The audience will launch a massive complaint against our banner if your face does not look like a real survival character. Can your spirit please cooperate with our rules? My voice can ask the makeup artists to make the mud layers look slightly less dirty for the camera." Slam! Tahlia

"Put it all over my face." Tom pulled out of her and dropped to his knees, quickly stroking his cock and unloading with a lord, wordless groan. Later, on the video, I would see he actually dropped a pretty big load in Tiff's mouth and across her chin. For a facial, he did a pretty shit job though.