Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

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.

Maisie was amused by him. This was indeed something that would come out of his mouth after he lost his memory. Daisie chimed in and asked, “What are Internet trolls?” Maisie explained, “Like those people who scolded you and brother in the past. They’re known as the Internet trolls.” “Oh, I see,” Daisie replied. Nolan placed his hand on the back of Maisie’s hand and asked, “So you’ll let her be the spokesperson?”

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

“Don’t be so freaked out. They won’t kill you unless they can think of an amusing way to do it.” “This guy,” said a troll leaning against the tunnel wall trying to get his breath. “He gets it.” “That wasn’t funny,” I said, somewhat annoyed at being driven to the point of hysteria by these knuckleheads. “This is hardly the time or place for your gags.” The trolls continued to rock with laughter. “Can’t think of a better one,” said the one who’d been covered in blood. He wiped a quartz tear from his face. “Your face... priceless.” He burst out laughing again. It sounded like a hallway full of doors slamming shut one after the other.

He aimed for the troll's left eye and took it out of his opponent's face with a well-placed snap. The audience exploded to their feet in astonishment and enthusiasm. The troll, on the other hand, would not be deterred. When it turned around, it looked Darwin in the eyes with its good eye. He snapped its jaws once more in a flash, tearing half of its right front leg in half. With another yank and a firm aim, the rear of its skull broke open, revealing the brain beneath it. The troll staggered toward Damas and collapsed at his feet, its life gone.

Someone we probably trusts. The caption read, ‘Faces loading soon… tick tock.’

“The boy is quite arrogant on camera. My profile isn't a fan of his group yet, but if his claws can actually pull this off, my wolf doesn't mind joining his circle today.” “Isn't he afraid his big bluff is about to get completely exposed to the capital?” “Since his mouth wants to be so self-assured and arrogant, our fingers won't go easy on his choice!” Following that comment, the paid trolls hurriedly search their data circles for the most obscure, difficult, and ancient pack songs ever written in the history books. But my fingers flawlessly execute every single piece they throw at my face, my spirit capturing the exact emotional essence and ancient beast-pacing of each separate track.

I saw stars, my head spinning as I could feel my intestines form a knot in my empty stomach. Yet, they kept recording. “Take your cameras down." A man in a mask walked up to us, occupying the little distance between the girls and me. "Who is he?” One of them asked but he scoffed. It took him minutes before he could find a reply. I managed to get off the floor, trying to get out of the scene but he held me by my wrist, drawing back. "This bastard is live on I*******m. There are dozens of trolls out there” He said to me, not even sparing me a glance before he snatched the phone out of the lady's hand.

“Karma is a bitch, right? “You finally showed your true colors.” “Desperate much?” Others were colder, meaner, and they were all sent from faceless trolls and fake accounts hiding behind cartoon icons and bold usernames. “You deserved this, Zara.” “Elena deserves better, you backstabbing bitch.” “Always knew you were fake, Zara.” “Clout-chasing snake.”

Hiro looked at her suspiciously. Rozralas nodded her head. "I know you won't believe me that easily." Hiro didn't let her finish before rapidly nodding his head. "As a matter of fact, yes I do, I don't believe you." It was Rozralas turn to smile. "I know you won't, but on that fateful day we came across one another, it was love at first sight, but I knew it wasn't his real face. And when I told him that, he confessed that his real face was too ugly, that a male troll face is more handsome than his, and the face he is using gives him confidence and that he was not sorry and would understand if I would leave him. I couldn't leave him, and the rest is history."