Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

I was too curious to remember that I was supposed to be unconscious. As soon as we made it to the ring, we saw the many, many fans all looking shocked, horrified, excited, and downright terrified. Soon I found out why as well. Haydon was standing over a dead Troll. His long-elongated claws and fangs were covered in thick blood. His eyes were bright red instead of hazel. He had this rabid look. I could hardly even recognise him. Honestly, he looked like one of those vampire-monsters that you would see in those horror movies...only Haydon looked even more attractive in this state... That was not the point though.

At least having the miniatures to build gave her something else to focus on…when she could tear herself away from her phone. It wasn’t her actual phone, but one Parker had gotten for her so they could keep in contact when he was at work. It was for emergencies, but she had broken down and downloaded the apps and then signed up with a fake name so she could stalk her profiles anonymously. That’s what the trolls did, and it had surprised Talia just how easy it was to get access to her public profiles using a fake name. No wonder trying to track down and prosecute trolls was so difficult. No wonder these trolls were so flippant about saying such shit. They were safe from any recourse or consequ

I said and grabbed his hand which was holding a knife against my throat as I slightly pushed his hand away and took a deep breath before slightly bowing at him with a smile on my face and his eyes widened even more as he kept standing in his place like a statue gawking at me as if I was an alien. Nolan said smile at your enemies...it burns them but I don't see him getting burned instead of getting burned he is giving me eccentric expressions. He is so bizarre. I gave him a weird expression while he was already looking at me weirdly as if he saw an alien but I must agree that he did change those cold expressions of his...these expressions are no good but at least he showed some. I turned arou

Somewhere in between, I got through to Enz. Apparently, his new obsession drowned his phone. Don’t ask. He says he’s playing a game to get another one….whatever that means. Anyway, he helped me take down the videos. But the school media? Still divided. I thought being sincere would fix things. Wrong, I'm still getting roasted. Crooked teeth jokes, worse-than-Chloe comparisons…ugh. Beat it, anonymous troll… she doesn’t come close to this beauty. Okay. Enough scrolling. Time for apology number three.

But right now, he was in a panic. He had no time to explain. He was sweating bullets, so he just shoved his phone at Sam and asked, "Sam, what do we do about this?" Sam grabbed the phone and slowly scrolled through the comments. The more he read, the deeper he frowned. He said, "It's obvious that Ms. Stone has offended someone." Sam instantly came to a conclusion. Coldly, he added, "These are professional trolls." Most of the commenters had default profile pictures, and their feeds were mostly empty. They were definitely accounts from internet troll studios. They were all there to steer the narrative.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

We all laughed, the tension at the table breaking for a second. Then he added, half joking, half serious, “No wonder y’all look different without makeup. That’s like… structural architecture for the face. That’s not catfishing, that’s special effects.” “Exactly!” I said. “And then if you don’t do all that, people say you ‘don’t care about yourself.’ You can’t win.” Shane whistled. “So all that just to show up here and have some troll say you’re still not good enough? Hard pass.”

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.

Trent slowly fainted as he fell to the ground, he suddenly felt nauseous soon after he inhaled Larry’s toxic fart, and almost lost his consciousness. After satisfyingly transmitting his toxic gas to his bully, Larry then stood up proudly and said, “that’s for locking me inside my locker this morning!” Lola quickly stomped on Trent’s stomach, “this is for throwing the slushies on my face and calling me a freak!” Followed by the kick of her sister, Olga, “and this for making your girlfriend turn against me and failed me entering the cheerleaders' squad!” After Lola's last kick, Trent’s now completely fainted.

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.