Novel & Cerita Teenager Posts

Out of desperation to escape my mom's life, I found myself getting involved with the worst men. Damian. His name echoed in my head, and I gulped down my drink in one go, scanning the room. “I'm posting it on I***a. Are you cool with that?” Mike asked, holding up his phone to show me our selfie. He tagged the caption as ‘Two Hotties. Vibing in their crib.' I smiled mindlessly before something clicked. “I hope I look cute. My hair has been greasy all week, and Neil might probably see that.

“Someone filmed you. It’s everywhere. I swear, if your parents see this—” “Chloe… “CHRIST!, LAYLA,DO NOT ‘chloe’ ME,” Chloe snapped, stepping inside. “You have to know how bad this is. Chloe shut the door behind her and turned, already pulling out her phone. “It’s bad,worse than you think. People aren’t just whispering anymore—they’re posting and tagging. This isn’t staying in our circle and someone tagged the school.” Layla’s stomach dropped. “The school?” she whispered.

Kween said. "But maybe he was just..." "Here you are defending him again, you are the one spoiling him all the time! What will Mr Jones and his daughter think after seeing the stupid post he made, couldn't even think about the reaction his post will cause on social media! He damn posted a bastard on his I*******m with the tag, my sweet little Joey, spending time with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, or can't you see!" Mr Kween shouted.

I already have everything to take down the whole five of them, they just need to be posted anonymously online on our school website. I went straight to our school website as an anonymous, and posted everything I had of them, making sure to tag all the popular students that are surely going to repost. The almighty High School Queens are finally going to meet their doom. “Oh Raena sweet Raena, see how fun this is for you.” I said laughingly to myself. Just when I finish posting I saw a call have been expecting come in, I laughed silently before picking the call. I placed the phone on my ear, waiting for the caller to speak.

“Someone took pictures of me that night and they posted the pictures online which went viral.” “Ahuh.” I was listening with both ears open and even though I was distracted by Jayler’s face, the story was more than enough to have my attention. This, just like any other, is just a normal teenage predicament that most popular kids go through. I instantly deduced that Jayler’s a bit of a popular kid at his school

She scanned the accompanying article and her horror deepened. “H…how did they get these pictures? And who posted them?” She choked, raising her horrified gaze to Ethan who had moved to stand beside her. Panic bubbled from the depths of her belly, tightening like steel bands around her chest, depriving her of breath. “Oh my God! How many people have seen this?” “It was posted by Diprave211, and so far it’s got two hundred and fifty three thousand views and counting.” The teen replied in a bored tone, not taking her eyes off the screen she was staring at. “Three hundred and one likes, sixty two comments.”

the other added. The words hit like slaps. Emily felt heat rush to her face, then drain away, leaving something cold behind. She forced herself to breathe evenly. In. Out. Do not react. She lifted the folded posters and dropped them onto the nearest table. They slid open slightly, photos peeking out. “You posted these,” she said. It was not a question. “So what if we did?” the taller boy shrugged. “Public service. People deserve to know what kind of girl you are.”

I never knew when I was going to meet someone that would want an autograph from me. I took the sharpie out from my purse, and I started writing across my image. In big, bold, block letters, I wrote the following right across my teenage image: I AM NOT YOURS. Then I took a picture of it with my phone and I posted it to i*******m. Let Andre try and clean up that mess. Andre might have had powerful people around him. But I had fans. And sometimes, they were crazier. I sent that post out into the world and someone would guess that there was something wrong. All I had to do was wait. I would bide my time. Go get ready for dinner and meet my daughter. And then, I would take her, and Kira, and we’d

My notifications were still full of random tags from the sports blogs, but I ignored all of the negative comments. I uploaded the picture to my main feed and added it to my daily story. I wanted to make sure it was the first thing people saw when they opened the app. I stared at the blinking cursor, trying to think of the right words. I needed something sharp, but I did not want to sound bitter. I typed a simple caption. Friday nights with the boys are better anyway. I hit the publish button. The loading circle spun for a brief moment before the image went live for the entire campus to see.

They even shout to take off the skimpy brief I’m wearing earlier. Ever since I was young, I dreamed of being a porn star, I don't know but it feels like a calling for me. But of course, because I was in a country where prostitution was illegal, I did not pursue this kind of job but I have an alter account on twitter where I post pictures of me wearing only a boxer briefs and sometimes completely naked with my face covered with a sticker to hide my identity. I even dared to post a video of myself jacking off and everyone loves it, they even begged me to post more jack off videos.