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Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

The whole thing was just a sick, twisted joke. "Hahaha... omg y'all are so so funny."

I fane hurt at her words and grab my chest. "That hurt me; deep cupcake, would you not think I was cute if I was missing my front tooth?" I ask, trying to keep my laughter from spewing out. But it is short-lived when she gets a look of shock-like she really hurt my feelings, and Levi busts out laughing at us. We all three laugh like we are crazy when I hear dad clear his throat. Finally, we all stop laughing and look at him. That's when I notice that not only is dad staring at us like we are crazy, but so is everyone else.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

one user wrote. Others piled on: “Always acting fancy but hiding bodies? Disgusting.” Memes popped up fast. Someone stuck funny stickers over the blurred parts and turned the image into dark jokes. Anger spread everywhere and hashtags started trending. #Murderers, #JailThem, #BloodyHeels, and #EliteSecrets climbed quickly. "Guys, there are only two pairs of these shoes in the world. If we find out who bought them, we find the killers!" a comment came, and others began to reshare the post.

The office smelled of sex—thick, raw, undeniable. Emma laughed softly, voice still trembling. “We’re so fucked.” Hayes groaned into her neck, not even denying it.

"He is probably doing this so when he is ready to buy the company, he will not be buying one that is broke." ⸻ In the office, there was an impromptu party. Nothing extravagant—merely relief in paper cups and someone slipping in a champagne. Tension was replaced by laughter. For the first time, there were no whispers in the backroom, no nervously glancing about. People looked at me—really looked—and saw something they had not before. Not Arturo's shadow. Not a replacement. Me. Alessia De Luca. Daniel held an imaginary glass aloft, smiling. "To the CEO who killed it and didn't even pass out."

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"