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 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.

“Maybe it’s already too late. I don’t even know if I have enough dancers to compete at this point. I need to find a way to grow the business.” Mom nodded, looking serene and worried at once, as only she could do, while I guzzled my drink and my brain raced. I didn’t have serene worry down at all. My MO was much closer to disheveled stress-drinking. “I have been doing one thing,” I told her, a little worried what she would think. “What do you mean?” I pulled out my phone. “Do you know what TikTok is?” She lifted a shoulder. “Isn’t that where you swipe right if you find someone you’d like to—”

Good for her. I scrolled through her pictures, bitter at the fact that it seemed like she was having fun. She had different pictures taken at the beach and fancy resorts. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a TikTok video. I followed the link to her TikTok account to see that she had quite a lot of followers. Damn, she really was living her best life, wasn't she? I came across a video of her and a young girl who looked like she was around twelve or so. My breath hitched when I saw the resemblance between them. She had a child. I had a biological sister.

**Marcus (my brother):** elijah you cannot hack restaurants **Elijah:** and yet **Adrian:** ADRIA TEXT US I typed quickly, one eye on the door. **Me:** I'm fine. I'm in the bathroom. Dinner has been...different. **Sophia:** different how **Me:** He's been. Paying attention. **Adrian:** paying attention like a PR stunt or paying attention like an actual human being **Me:** I don't know yet. That's the problem. **Elijah:** the tiktok edits of you and kieran are at 800k views collectively by the way. someone made one called "the wrong husband" and it's at 400k alone.

She never knocks, she probably thought I was asleep and didnt want to wake me. She is standing outside my door in an oversized T-shirt, wild hair like she just rolled out of bed. Her eyes are still red with sleep and she has her phone in her hand. Good. She has seen them too. “You are trending!” She exclaims. “No shit, Sherlock.” I deadpan. I move out of her way and she walks past me and straight to the bed. She flops onto the bed and continues scrolling on her phone. “They have turned you and Sebastian into lovers, there are already edits on TikTok. It’s crazy. You two broke the internet overnight.” She says.

Not princess. Riley. My real name. The room tilted. My stomach dropped like I’d missed the last step on a staircase. I stared at the screen, pulse roaring in my ears. No one knew my real name. Not my regulars, not my college friends, not even the site admins unless they dug through my verification docs—and those were locked tighter than Fort Knox. But he knew. I forced my hips to keep moving, playing it off for the camera while my brain screamed. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe some creep had done a reverse image search on my face. It happened sometimes. I could block him, end the show, delete my account tonight and—

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."