Regular Show Go Viral Novels & Stories

Fred asked, noticing my mood shift. "It’s nothing," I replied with a forced smile. "Alright, if you say so." Fred shrugged. "By the way, the show’s going to air soon, and there are already some funny behind-the-scenes clips online. Do you know what people are saying about you?" "I haven’t seen them yet. I guess I should check it out," I said, feeling a bit excited at the thought of seeing myself on TV. … Fred and I arrived at the hotel for the wrap party. It wasn’t a huge place, but it was fancy enough.

The program director knew exactly what to do to capture the audience's hearts. The show was a hit on all platforms in just a few hours of airing, and people started looking up the case online. No one expected the program to be so popular. The show's official trailer exceeded 10 million views in just half an hour. Half of the hundreds and thousands of commenters asked about updates for the next episode, while the other half asked for Stella's social media accounts.

Taraji shoved her phone into my face. I blinked, trying to focus on the screen. It was a video from yesterday’s conference. There I was, standing at the podium, speaking with more passion than I realized I had. The headline across the bottom read: THE UNKNOWN GENIUS: SMALL TOWN TECH PROGRAM TAKES THE INTERNET BY STORM. "You're viral!" Taraji screamed, grabbing my shoulders and twirling me around. "Someone filmed your speech and posted it. It has over two million views already!"

“You’re better than this. You hear me?” But before I could reply, the restroom door swung open. A group of girls walked in, their faces dripping with mock pity. “You might want to check the hall,” one said, smirking. “You’re on screen now.” “What?” Clara frowned. The girl pointed toward the hallway. “Just saying—you’re going viral, Nova.” My stomach sank. We sprinted back to the hall, pushing through the crowd. And there, on the massive screen above the dance floor, was me.

I clicked on the video and it displayed me at the hospital looking so pale, sick and tattered. The video zoomed in on the moment he shoved me away. My hands trembled violently as Another notification popped up. This time, it was from social media. A video had gone viral. “Greg Newton makes a surprise appearance at Diamond Gala!” I clicked it. There was Greg, vibing to music with a drink in hand. I stared at the screen like it was a bad dream I couldn't wake from. I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. I don’t remember grabbing my coat, or locking the door. I just remember stopping a cab.

“Boy, I can't even answer all these questions. I just sent you a link. See for yourself. A guest from the wedding posted it online and it went viral, gaining a million plus views in less than four hours, and you know the crazy part?” “Uhm, what's the crazy part?” I demanded, still clueless. “Mr Dan, a wealthy man who saw it, wants to contact you as well as a host of other important individuals. You are about to be the talk of the city.” “No! You're not serious!” “I am! People are sharing it like crazy, and the comments? They are fire, not one negative one in sight. Everyone keeps applauding your talent and wishing that they had found you earlier.”

Magnus will know the truth and how close I came to spilling his secrets along with my own. After the interview aired, the part where I broke down and started crying is replayed over, and over again on celebrity TV. It has gone viral on several blogs and apps. Everyone wants to find the billion-dollar baby. Which means everyone will be looking for signs of where he is. And because people were searching so desperately they wanted any clues they could have to get them their $10,000 for providing a helpful clue, an undoctored clip mysteriously appeared one day on the biggest online paparazzi blog. It came down two hours later, but the damage had already been done.

Jayson's recorded monologue was released online in full, completely unedited. Within an hour, it was trending everywhere. As Bluum Corp's CEO, Jayson was a towering figure in finance and venture capital, reaching heights few could ever achieve at his age. His fame was already immense. Now that his quiet, devoted love had been laid bare to the world, the views were soaring. Hashtags shot straight to the top of every trending list. #PerfectLoveIDo #ArielTheLuckiestWomanAlive #TheyMadeMeBelieveInLoveAgain The video went viral, creating a sensation like no other.

The email from AetherCore was still open. “I’m guessing your life’s officially become a movie now,” he muttered lightly before his eyes suddenly lit up again. “Wait. If they’re watching you, doesn’t that mean you actually have to put on a convincing show?” Way to dodge the topic, Tyl. “We already gave them a show,” I replied. “Didn’t we?” “You think one kiss is enough to convince the internet you’re a real couple?” “It’s working.” “For now.” Tyler rolled his eyes dramatically. “But people get bored. They need fresh content. Public appearances. Interactions. Couple behaviour.”

“I know there are people out there who want Evelyn to fail. You’ve tried to steal her shares, set fire to her hotel, and now you’re stirring up trouble on her construction site, hoping public opinion will bury her. But if you think she’s alone in this, you’re wrong. Remember this: giving her troubles means going up against me—and all of Storm Fang Pack.” *** When the show ended, the studio erupted in thunderous applause. The director rushed onto the stage, waving his phone high in the air, “Take a look at this number! Hell we’ve broken every record! At the peak, there were 10 billion people watching live!” “Did I just go viral?” I blurted out. “Go viral? You made history!” Ora cried, shaking