Trollface Those Who Know Novels & Stories

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or bored. My phone buzzed on the desk. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me swipe. **Unknown:** Your show tonight was sloppy. You held back. We both know you can take more. I stared at the screen, heart skipping. Trolls were common, but this felt different. Precise. Like they'd been studying me. **Me:** Who the fuck is this? **Unknown:** People who can make you a queen instead of a sideshow. Check your email. One time offer.

"Yeah, keep faking it. How dare you ask for my husband's name when you totally know who he is? "Fine. I'll put the nail in the coffin. My husband is Preston Whitmore." Finally, I came across a name that rang a bell. Standing up with much difficulty, I endured the pain in my face and explained, "I know Preston Whitmore, but you misunderstood our relationship. I'm his—" I wanted to clarify that I was Preston's employer, but Tara did not give me a chance. She grabbed my hair and slapped me in the face again. A cold glint appeared in her eyes. "How dare you bring up Preston? Don't claim that there's nothing between the two of you.

Felicia didn't feel like digging, so she let it go. Savannah had just arrived at her office when she stormed in, furious. "Felicia, did you see what's happening on the forum?" Felicia scowled. "What's going on?" Savannah pushed her phone aside. "Observe this. Some trolls are spreading disgusting rumors. Felicia picked up the phone. Someone had written about her on the finance forum, including her name in the headline. It was a terrible title. The host of the most recent financial conference, Evelynn, slept her way to the top.

When he raised his head to look at me, my pupils turned into a dot when I saw Trojan's face. "H—Hey! That ain't fair. You're using your black magic to defeat me." Trojan's face disappeared, and it was replaced my Gio's face. I shook my head, forgetting his image in my brain. What the hell is happening to me???

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I cut off what he was going to say because I know he'll just brag again. I smirked and said the words I know he don't want to hear. “I don't know anyone who looks like a gorilla.” I see his eyes got widened, like what I expected. ”Me?! A gorilla?! Your eyes might be vague. This face is crushing by a lot of women and gays and envied by men and lesbians, there's only a few people with this kind of face in the world!” Seriously? Doesn't he feel goosebumps while saying that? Or atleast feel ashame?

Someone we probably trusts. The caption read, ‘Faces loading soon… tick tock.’

“Yes! I want to see it too!” Kael huffs, crossing his arms in exaggerated frustration. “Trolls are lame,” he grumbles, sinking back in his seat like he’s been betrayed. I can’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, champ. Two votes against one. Looks like it’s Trolls for the win—whatever that is.” The phone rings in my ear once, twice, and then clicks as Dante picks up. “Dante,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “Yeah? What’s going on?” he responds, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Then we ignore everything else. Marcus: Fine. But I'm still mad about it. Zara: Everyone, stop. The gossip will die down. We just need to wait it out. Lorraine: My daughter is right. Trolls have short attention spans. Something else will scandalize them next week. MJ: I still think we should fight them. I can create fake accounts and Lorraine: MJ, no. We don't engage. We rise above. Kenya: Rising above is boring, though. Zara: Rising above is smart. Trust me.