Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

Online trolls flooded social media platforms with vile comments and accusations, aiming to tarnish my reputation. Doubt and uncertainty crept into my thoughts, threatening to unravel the foundation I had worked so hard to build. But amidst the storm, I found solace in the unwavering support of my closest allies. Kate, ever the pillar of strength, stood by my side, fending off the trolls and countering the false narratives with the truth.

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

When Grumpy jumps into action, the troll jumps in as well, attempting to defend the small ones. “Noro! " Through gritted teeth, Charlotte demands, but the halflings refuse to abandon the fight. It's nearly hard to fight off the trolls when swords clash, and the enormous troll comes crashing down in an attempt to murder Charlotte in a split second. An arrow suddenly flies through the air and strikes the big troll square in the face. “Legolas! Behind the struggling troll, Mr. Trumpet cheers. When Charlotte heard the name, she felt anxiety, nervousness, and anguish in her veins that she couldn't describe, but she didn't pay any mind to it because she didn't know them.

Alec taunted me while smirking deeply. "Well STD stands for Small Toe Disease and an org*sm is an adult cookie that explodes into little glittery white chocolate when you put it in your mouth." I said smiling because I felt proud at the bullsh*t explanation I came up with. However, that smile swiftly turned into horror when I heard Alexis shout, "I want an org*sm!" In that moment I almost facepalmed myself with a brick. Hmmm if I did that would it be considered face-bricked then?

Did this measly excuse of a - "Don't be a bitch, come on" He said with anger on his features. The audacity of this mf- Before I knew what I was doing I threw my remaining water on his face cuz he was pissing me off. "You little bit-" The measly excuse of a troll started 'furiously' coming upto while I looked up at him with a calm bored expression, time to show my ninja like skills and kick some ass. Ooor in his case, flat ass.

"If you need our help, just call for us sister. We are helping spirits; we are the vaetter of the earth and stones''. He lets go of my hand, and shrinks back to a stone. When I look closer I can recognise his face on the surface. And when I look at the next stone I realise it has a face too. It takes a bit of time before it sinks in what I have just experienced. The warmth the troll had sent into me is still lingering as a glove around my hand. I stare at the stone, then at my hand and then back to the stone. "Oh wow". I turn to Siri. "Did you see that ?" "Yeah you looked like you were going to pee yourself. I was getting nervous you would run of". Siri chuckles. "So it was all real ? It rea

I smiled after seeing that my face and Alpha Trojan's face are visible on the video. "I could get some great use of you..."

I know that face! . . . #TBC

Turning my head slightly, I called out, “Hey, what exactly are trolls?” Kael didn’t hesitate. His lips curled into a displeased scowl as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. “They’re ugly monster things,” he muttered with disdain, clearly not a fan. I fought back a laugh and raised an eyebrow, bringing the phone back to my ear. “Sounds like an action movie to me,” I said to Dante, half-teasing. “You know, trolls under bridges, terrorizing villagers or whatever. Might be a fun change of pace.”

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.