Tiktik Real Life Novels & Stories

Jace's voice, tinny from the livestream: "Oh my god, did you guys see that? That's TWO nulls! The whole world is watching!" The athletic board lady scrambled for her tablet. On screen, the live viewer count: 2.4 MILLION. #WerewolvesAreReal was trending #1 worldwide. Coach went pale. "What the hell is happening?" My dad looked at the tablet, then at the window, at the police lights still flashing. "Jace," he said. "Silas's Beta's son. Always was a little rat." He turned back to me. "You have about three minutes before human military shows up, Theo. Not police. Army. They've been waiting for proof for years. You just gave it to them on TikTok."

I was overwhelmed by disgust. I dragged the pillows to myself, fluffed it, and rested my head. I was certain I would not be able to go to sleep so I whipped out my phone and got on TikTok. My cousin's page came up and I went through her page. I looked through her page and discovered that she was actually doing very well. Her videos were all about multi-million dollar cars, expensive dresses, big parties, and shopping sprees. There was a man on all her videos who I guessed was her husband. He was a European middle-aged man with a very beautiful beard and alluring gray eyes. A typical Greek-looking dilf. He must be the source of her extravagant spending, I thought.

It was after she had gotten her phone she saw she had over a hundred calls from Xavier and a lot of other calls from friends and relatives. She called him back and that as when she found out she was trending on all social media platforms. Her naked self dancing without any song was every where. They had made memes out of it, it was on all the news sites and blogs and worse of all it was on the lips of everyone. People pointed at her as she made her way back to the hotel. Everyone now knew she was an alcoholic. Her pictures were everywhere and videos too. TikTokers made embarrassing videos and she was trending with the hashtag nastyeva. She thought it was just going to be for about a day or t

I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back. That's why I made 'Elena Parker', she's famous, crazy for love and a really good novelist with 5 best seller romance books of all times. For me, faking myself as Elena Parker was a shield for me. I wanted to hide myself from the world but at the same time I want the world to notice me. Suddenly my phone rang and I got up from my beanbag walking back inside. I took my phone and looked at the screen to see my brother, Stefan, calling me. I pressed the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

and ends the video. I think it’s supposed to feel real, like a small look into his life. I can almost hear his PR team saying, “This helps people connect with you, Tyler. It shows the real you.” But honestly, it’s just a huge thirst trap. I would never post something like that. What’s surprising is how much people love it. They really love it. He has twelve million followers on TikTok, and most of his videos get millions of views and thousands of comments. The comments are completely wild. I’d have five kids with this man, and I don’t even want kids. Call an ambulance. My ovaries just exploded. This guy stopped my menopause. Tyler, I love you.

“Besides being the biggest talk show and hosting more than 9 000 celebrities, plus minus 1000 influencers, and oh, how can I forget, the president of the United States?” I made a thoughtful face and then nodded at the information. “And how are you planning on rewarding us?” “Besides promoting your business?” “Promoting?” I asked just before I chuckled briefly. “Come on, Trevor, my little sister can make a TikTok video now and she can reach half a million views before this same time, tomorrow...”

That wouldn't be fair to either of us. My phone buzzes again with notifications from social media – I*******m, TikTok, T*****r, all lighting up with mentions and tags. More comments about my transformation, more people praising my hockey skills, more speculation about my personal life. The attention still feels surreal, like I'm watching someone else's life unfold on a screen. "Look at this," Isla shows me her phone, practically vibrating with excitement. "Someone posted a compilation video of all your best plays set to that Beyoncé song about being irreplaceable. It has half a million views already."

"Weyes. Turns out she was kinda popular on tiktok, that new app i think that she said she saw us on. She did this makeup things and cute ass videos. She also mimicked people like in a skit way. She was a survivor, she was also a star with a bunch of followers. And after our session, she did a video" "She did a video, telling her people how much we'd helped her and we didn't even know she was this kid that was about to take her own life. But she came clean and she said we had stopped her. That we, me and you, Aal had given her hope to live" Diane cried.

Seeing my jewelry praised like this feels incredible. A smile spreads across my face. I scroll through the comments again, unable to stop grinning. I accidentally scroll up, and the next video starts playing. It's from a TikToker known for peddling gossip. He's in a car, shaking his head with a frown. "I just can't believe what I saw," he says, his voice filled with exasperation.

I want to follow her but another client rings up her order, but I don’t forget that single interaction until we close up. That night, I end up doing something I have never done before. I look up the teenage girl’s name online, and I find her on TikTok with a couple of videos. One is standing out with seven million views and eight hundred thousand likes. And that video has Mikhail’s face on it.