Tiktik Real Life Novels & Stories

Why is my heart dancing? (Girl) My phone rings from the table in front of them and only then do I make an appearance. I walk to them and sit on Bangizwe, kiss his lips before anything else. Everyone else can wait this is my man. My man, my man. I need to create a TikTok account and annoy single people. Sengiyajola! “Good morning Tyler.” I finally let go of Bangizwe's lips and grabbed my phone. “You see Tyler alone here?” Why is he complaining?

I cry at parts. But it's real, It's the truth and people need to hear it. I upload it to YouTube. Then share it on T*****r, I*******m, TikTok. Everywhere I can think of. Then I wait.Twenty minutes later, my phone starts buzzing with views, comments and shares. The video is spreading very fast. People are watching it, reposting it and talking about it. Some of the comments make me smile: "This kid is braver than most adults."

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My thumb was shaking as I opened TikTok, because that’s where most of the notifications seemed to be coming from, and my profile loaded and there at the very top was a video—a video of me, sitting in a room I recognised as the garden, looking directly into the camera, crying. I hit play and my own voice came out of the phone speakers. “I owe everyone an apology, especially someone I’ve hurt deeply,” the video-me said tearfully, her mascara smudging, her lip trembling. “Over the past several weeks, I’ve been posting false information about Dr. Estelle across multiple platforms. I did this out of jealousy and spite, and I’m deeply ashamed of my behaviour.” I had never filmed this. I had never

You think you can make the world doubt the one thing that’s kept me breathing? I stand, legs feeling steady for the first time in days, and walk to the laptop. I open my channel, the one I started after the courthouse, the one with twenty million followers now. I set up the camera. I hit go live. Title: Real Time. No makeup. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing a black hoodie and nothing else. The bump is front and center. The viewers flood in. 1 million in thirty seconds. 5 million in two minutes. 10 million in five.

I then uploaded it and finished my last sip in the glass. My phone had almost instantly lit up with notifications that people were liking my video, as they should. The modelling studio we arrived at was surrounded by my adoring crowd. The driver got out and opened my door for me. “Prince Tay! Over here!” A reporter shouted. “How do you feel about the fact that the TikTok you just uploaded has already hit 10K likes?” “10K and increasing as we speak,” I replied and walked over to the next reporter. “Are you concerned that your title might be stolen by the uprising star, Liam Arch?” He asked.

Deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to being popular than just having a pretty face. I'm not sure if Jessica is the most well-liked student on campus, but she certainly is the most popular! She was a striking blonde with an infectious smile that seemed to capture the attention of everyone around her. Jessica's popularity extended far beyond the confines of the campus grounds, reaching the realms of TikTok, I*******m, and YouTube. With her cheerleading expertise and vibrant personality, Jessica had garnered a massive following, despite her vlogs being deemed by many as cringe and awful.

I finally said, almost out of breath. "You are what?! Is this a kind of prank, like all those prank you do on tiktok, did you keep a camera somewhere? She asked looking around. "Mom you know, I'm not a tiktoker, I never tiktok, mom I'm sorry this happened but it's true" I replied looking down and expecting the worst. "Oh my God! God why did you let this happen! I thought about this, when you started to add weight and I caught you throwing up once, but I didn't want to believe" She said pacing up and down the room.

A man labeled “PastorGreg_77.” “Oh my god,” I choked, nearly snorting my tea. “She has a church leader on there?” “Pastor Greg likes thigh-highs, apparently,” Tomas said, zooming in. By sunset, TikTok was ablaze. Edits flew in from every corner of the globe. Side-by-side videos, meme compilations, dramatic soundtracks. Someone even made a McLaren Meltdown Bingo Card. And every hour, the heat spread. Influencers reacted. Journalists wrote think pieces.

"I don't know, I like them." I smiled at his genuine beaming expression, "You can make a vlog of your time here, Dean. No one's gonna kill you for it and it'll be fun." "You think so?" "Sure." I nodded. "You can post it on tiktok too and-" "Oh, no, no, no, no, no." "What?" I laughed. "I don't even have a tiktok account." "Why not? Tiktok's fun." I examined his expression. "Wait, you're not one of those people who think TikTok is female, are you?"