Trollface Those Who Know Novels & Stories

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

"You seem quite confident of winning this battle." "I am." The troll responded. "I have never lost a battle." "And neither have we." Quinn grinned at the troll. "Don't say I didn't warn you " "Bring it on." The troll hissed and they all charged at one another, their fists and kicks flying all around as their sounds reverberated through the island.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

I want this to stop. But it won’t stop. The hashtags are multiplying. The videos are edited, replayed, slowed down, turned into TikToks with snarky captions. One of them even zoomed in on my face at the wedding reception — a split second where I blinked — and captioned it, “When you know your friend’s marriage is doomed.” It’s ridiculous. It’s cruel. And I can’t fight it. “Sab…” Rolland says again, softer this time. His voice grates on me because it’s so patient, so calm, as if my world isn’t burning down.