Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

Troy pipes up again with his unwelcome opinion, talking as if I'm not sitting directly in front of him. I scowl at him, burning holes through his head, until he finally decides to acknowledge me. "You wanted the truth, BroSpellcaster. I'm just putting it out there, your nose looks rather out there. Looks like a botched Botox op if I'm being partially honest with you. If I'm completely honest, Max's right, you're gonna bawl your eyes out but don't worry, you were never attractive anyway. Nothing lost." He touches the side of his head, pretending that there's a brain somewhere in there, "Positive thinking, my friend. You're welcome."

I dare him to repeat his words. "Oh! Correction! You ate like a pig!" he said while smiling widely and this was most fakest smile I've ever seen. Does he some problems with me or he is usually like this! Rude and mean! And I have to control my anger from not letting out but I'm not sure about it. Because Aiden kept giggling obviously trying not to laugh on me. Then I realized........ I'm being bullied! By this expression less, poker face little meow meow. Yes he looks like a cat. A rich cat. Did you see Stuart little movie. He exactly looks like "SNOW BELL".

TAIKA’S POV “Fuck!!! “ I scream while I my too no. I can’t believe that thjg didn’t work out the way iplamne the tools it is kore annoying than you can even imagine. Things didn’t work out as I planned. This want my plan at all. My plan was totally ruined and that’s because of the ma Trisha woman. It is reply so annoying .

"You're making fun of my cum face, aren't you?" "What?" I feigned ignorance. "How would I? Why should I? It's not like you have the most hilarious cum face I've ever seen." His fake frown disappeared and made way for a cheeky grin. "Mine is the only cum face you've ever seen. You know that." I rolled my eyes. Corky bastard. "I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you." I replied. He was right, absolutely right. However, it always gave me great pleasure to deflate and bruise his oversized ego.

A 4K quality photo of him with Eden in his arms as they left the Convention Centre last night was splashed all over the front pages of online tabloids, and in the four hours that it had been up, it had racked up an impressive number of comments. Very few—about ten or so—were as nice as one would expect from people on the internet. The rest were all trolls demanding to know the identity of the 'very basic-looking' woman hanging on to him like a manpurse. Liam stopped at comment #55, feeling sick to his stomach at the vitriol. He pushed his phone away briefly, pissed out of his head at the stuff they'd written about Eden. Thank heavens they couldn't make out her face. Her messy hair had done a

"C'mon, what are we waiting for? He’s practically begging for a face-slapping moment. You freshen up, and I’ll find the mask. Let’s give the people what they actually paid for." Half an hour later. Inside the Hawthorne estate, Serena was gripping his phone so hard his knuckles were white. "Serena, stop looking at the comments," Elaine Brooks tried to soothe him. "Give me the device." Serena was vibrating with pure, unadulterated fury. He was staring at a live stream that had just appeared on the main feed. The trolls he’d hired had been demanding a response from the "Maestro," and they got one. A live performance.

Christine made frantic faces at her, but Milo slammed his hand down on the desk. Startled, Christine straightened immediately. “Christine, haven’t you caused enough trouble? If you made a mistake, you deal with the consequences yourself.” “But he can’t hire internet trolls to attack me! They’re even insulting our whole family—saying I have no manners…” “Tina, take Christine home first.” “Milo, he really did hire trolls—” “If he truly hired trolls,” Milo said evenly, “I’ll handle it.” The implication was clear: if this was simply organic backlash from fans, then he wouldn’t intervene.

I want this to stop. But it won’t stop. The hashtags are multiplying. The videos are edited, replayed, slowed down, turned into TikToks with snarky captions. One of them even zoomed in on my face at the wedding reception — a split second where I blinked — and captioned it, “When you know your friend’s marriage is doomed.” It’s ridiculous. It’s cruel. And I can’t fight it. “Sab…” Rolland says again, softer this time. His voice grates on me because it’s so patient, so calm, as if my world isn’t burning down.

It’s all Jezin’s fault for spreading nonsense and misleading us! 【That slap in the face came fast. My face hurts.】 【I already received a lawyer’s letter. I’m not the only one, right? So many people cursed her—why pick me?!】 … The antis and paid trolls wailed in despair, while the fans who had always supported me celebrated wildly. 【Hahaha, watching the antis get slapped in the face feels so good.】 【I collected tons of screenshots of antis insulting her these past two days. I’m sending them to Gill right now!】

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”