Romans & histoires What Are The Kardashians Snapchats

“I’m actually happy for you—and me, of course, because I get to benefit. It’ll probably be less than twenty-four hours of fame. We should take a picture, so I’ll post on Snapchat that I have a friend who’s one hundred thousand dollars richer. The world needs to know.” I laughed as loud as the champagne in my mouth would let me, and she moved to stand beside me with her smartphone raised for a friend selfie. The front camera focused on our faces, and I was barely halfway through a comment about the possibility of her post putting a moving target on her back when someone else appeared in our shot. “You got lucky today, Colombo.”

Four Snapchats from Mason. Two emails. Five DMs. And—Jesus Christ—a LinkedIn request? I almost hurled the phone across the room. But it was nothing compared to what I saw next. Audrey’s I*******m post. Pink. All soft and dreamy. A flat-lay photo of baby booties and an ultrasound. A caption that read: “Surprise 💕 Our hearts are full.” Her and Mason. Arms wrapped around each other. Her smile was practiced, polished. His looked carved from stone.

He snapped shots of her trying on a sleek silver bracelet, laughing as she held out her hand for him to describe each piece. As they were about to leave, Adam helped Chloe back into the car, settling in beside her but before he started the engine, he turned to her. “Give me a second,” he said, pulling out his phone. Chloe sat in the passenger seat, curious. “What are you doing?” she asked curiously. Adam grinned as he tapped on his phone, posting a few of the pictures they had taken during their shopping trip. His fingers moved quickly as he typed out a playful caption. Shopping with the kid sis. #BillionaireClubMeeting2024.

CHAPTER 20 Selene’s phone buzzed again. This time it was a notification. She turned the screen to Damien. "You see this?" He leaned forward. In the message was them kissing . The picture had exploded online—shared, cropped, filtered. Headlines ran wild. “Billionaire Damien Lancaster Caught in Passionate Kiss—New Romance or PR Stunt?” “The Ice King Melts?” “Damien Lancaster and Mystery Woman: Love in the Air?” Selene swallowed. “Someone’s playing with us.”

Elara’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. She sat cross-legged on the floor of her old apartment, editing a new TikTok video — this one a slow, sensual lip-sync in a new lingerie set Kai had bought her. The caption read: “When he spoils you and you have to show appreciation 😏 #LuxuryLife #CoupleGoals”.

Typed Kael's username. Added him. Did the same with the second phone. “There.” I handed both devices back. “That's his Snap.” Their faces lit up immediately. “Oh my God.” “Thank you!” “You're seriously the sweetest!” I laughed. “It's nothing.” I patted Kael's shoulder dramatically. “My brother has been single for far too long.” Kael immediately turned to stare at me. “My... what?” I ignored him completely. Taking his own phone from where he'd abandoned it on the table, I accepted both friend requests before placing it back in front of him.

Because the news was trending like someone is adding fuel to it. I couldn't just sit and only read those comments about my man. I got my phone and went through the pictures l took of me with Keron. The good thing is that l had used snap chat app whereby time and date were printed on the pictures. I posted them on the internet. There is also a small video clip in which Keron was chasing me because a stole a piece of meat from his hands. We started to run around the house. I captioned the pictures and the video with l miss you hubby come back home soon.

“She loved you. That much is clear. And Clara seems like a good person for holding onto it all these years.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Kai’s phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, thinking it was Lila or Marcus. His face changed. “What is it?” Damien asked. Kai turned the phone so Damien could see. The message had no words. Just a photo. It was them kissing in the back of the limo the night of the gala. Another photo followed. Them leaving the studio yesterday, Damien’s hand on Kai’s lower back. Then one from inside the penthouse taken through the window of Kai shirtless, laughing.

Before I can respond, he holds out his phone. On the cracked screen: me. Kade. Venom. Our kiss. Frozen in time, shared thousands of times, dissected by strangers. My vision tunnels. "Hey...." Chase starts, but I snatch the phone. My hands shake as I scroll. Headlines blur together: 'Kingston's Secret Girlfriend Revealed.' 'From Soccer Star to Janitor's Kiss.' 'Is This Who Kade Kingston Fell For?' The comments are worse. Some mocking. Some cruel. Some disgusting.

When she realized that wasn’t the case, things got creepy. She made me start a Snaptagram so she could send me memes and funny videos. I didn’t know she stole my password and was posting pics of me she took from the bushes when we had water rescue certification training for the Junior Warrior program. I was confused when Charlotte asked about the pictures. I don’t even like having my picture taken for school pictures. I never posted on Snaptagram.