Taylor Swift Leaked Photos Novels & Stories

“From office assistant to billionaire obsession.” My throat went dry instantly. “No…” I whispered. Lizzie stepped closer. “It’s all over social platforms already. Someone leaked it overnight.” I stared at the screen, my hands slowly going cold. The photos weren’t just taken randomly. They were selected. Timed. Edited in a way that made everything look intentional. Like I had planned it. Like I had used him. My fingers curled slightly. “I didn’t” I stopped myself. Because it didn’t matter what I said.

Laughing on her face, they blurted out without a second thought. Alice grabbed her phone and quickly dashed out of there when Irene stood still in a daze. She couldn't understand what must have happened since she didn't get any message unlike everyone else. "What happened? Cathy." Showing her phone Cathy beamingly reported, "It's about Miss Taylor. Someone has leaked her real pics, so now everyone knows that she has been deceiving the audience all this time." "What?" "Yeah, see these are her pictures. And also, the truth is she faked her fan followers. See the proof is revealed here. Now, everyone is hating on her because she lied... "

"Apparently someone leaked photos of her doing coke at a party last semester. They're everywhere—Twitter, I*******m, the works. Her sorority is talking about kicking her out." My stomach dropped. I immediately texted Marcus: Tell me you didn't. Didn't what? The photos of Amber. With drugs. What photos? Don't play dumb. Did you leak them? A long pause. Then: We need to talk. In person. "No, we need to talk now," I muttered, calling him. He answered quickly. "It's not what you think." "You leaked damaging photos of her!" "I didn't leak anything. I may have mentioned to certain people that those photos existed. What they chose to do with that information is on them."

Two days later we're in Denver when everything falls apart. It starts with a phone call at 6 AM. Claire banging on my hotel room door. "Sloane, open up. Now." I stumble out of bed. Open the door. She looks panicked. Actually panicked. I've never seen her like this. "What's wrong?" "Marcus Webb leaked photos. Your photos. From Portland." My stomach drops. "What?" She shows me her phone. TMZ has an article up. **EXCLUSIVE: Lennon Cross's Secret New Album Photos LEAKED**

A headline screaming across the top of a gossip blog: Billionaire Noah Frost Spotted on Secret Getaway With Mystery Woman #WhoIsShe #FrostAffair #MysteryGirl Pictures. Pictures of me. On the balcony. In his shirt. Laughing. His arms around me. My throat closed. “Dawn…” My voice cracked. “Baby, breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe.” “But how—how did they get these photos?” I whispered, panic slamming into my chest like a truck. “The island is private.” “Someone leaked it. Someone sold it. This happens with big names.” My eyes filled. “Oh God. Dawn, I look—I look like—like some secret side chick.”

Raymond called before I could answer. “Sir, someone leaked the story. It’s everywhere, photos, names, details. Reporters are outside your building and Ms. Harper’s apartment.” “Who leaked it?” “We’re checking, but the photos came from the park. The same ones Adrian sent your mother.” My stomach dropped. Adrian. “Get legal on this now,” I said. “They can’t use the kids’ photos without consent.” “I’ll try, but it’s already viral.” I hung up and looked at Lily, who was staring blankly at her phone.

My stomach dropped. I opened the texts. CALL ME NOW ADRIAN FUCKING CALL ME This is bad. This is really bad. They have photos. Someone leaked photos. Call me before you see them. Please. Photos? What photos? I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door before calling Samir back. "Finally," he answered on the first ring. "Where are you?" "Julian's place. What's going on? What photos?" "Someone leaked photos of you and Julian. Together. Kissing outside your studio. Going into his building. Coming out the next morning. They're all over social media. Art blogs, gossip sites, everywhere."

“Is that so? You’re the only one who has the photos besides Serena and she wouldn’t leak them because she knows what will be at stake if she tried it.” “Wait, what?” “Don’t play dumb with me, Emilia. The photos you leaked are all over the internet right now and my media team have been working their ass off to wipe them off cyberspace!” “Photos? I don’t know anything about any photos. What are you talking about?” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll play along with you. Those photos that Serena took of me and her in my study on the night… well, on that night, have been leaked online. I thought you did it. Did you?”

“I forced the magazine to remove the online article within an hour of it going out. But this…I couldn’t stop. One by one, everyone started posting the news. It’s everywhere, man.” Isabela’s gift. That heartless woman leaked Arianna’s photos as she’d threatened. Fuck. She released the photos from her seventeenth birthday. Arianna had shown me a few samples when we stayed together. She called it her album of shame. She kept it because she wanted to remember why she should never touch alcohol again.

The story broke at 8:17 a.m. Alex was pouring coffee in Julian’s kitchen when his phone lit up like a slot machine. “Harrington Heir in Gay Affair with Wife’s Therapist.” The headline was everywhere—business blogs first, then the gossip sites, then the morning shows. Someone had leaked the photos. Sophia hadn’t wasted a second. Julian walked in wearing only boxers, hair still wet from the shower. He looked at the screen over Alex’s shoulder and let out a low breath. “Well. She works fast.”