روايات وقصص ضمن What Are The Kardashians Snapchats

" Why ? I*******m , Snapchat or maybe Twitter ? You're officially Gray Carter's girlfriend. You need one." " You know I don't Kenny. The media is filled with fake assholes who would be watching over your life to make a living. Including jobless journalists and bloggers." " True though. But most times it's fun." She slurp noisely on the milkshake i prepared for her.

FELIX’S POV Felix was still hooking up with Keisha after the whole internet scandal. He and Khloe had sorted the issue by taking a couple of photo-shoots together which kept the media out of words. Timothy had hooked a photographer to organize the whole photo-shoot. “If you need to convince the people out there that it is an old image, I mean the one with your nice ass lady” the photographer teased. Felix looked at him with a demeaning eye.

The stupid, reckless, perfect kiss. I slam the phone face down on my pillow, but it buzzes again almost instantly. Lily, of course. Lily: “Girl. Wake up. You’re on the internet. And it’s delicious.” I type back with fingers still shaky: Me: “NO.” She sends a string of laughing emojis, then another screenshot. #FlynnAndKaya trending in bold letters, Fan edits, slow-motion clips, someone’s even put our photos side by side with sparkles and dramatic music.

This one would explode. I could already imagine the headlines: Tech Billionaire Dating His New Stepsister. The internet would tear them apart. Investors would ask questions. Journalists would dig deeper. Families would panic. Relationships would crack. Everything would fall apart. All because of one little photograph. I stared at the image for several more moments. Then, I opened another folder. Hundreds of pictures stared back at me. Kendrick entering his office. Leaving meetings. Attending charity galas. Kendrick jogging. Speaking at conferences. Laughing with friends.

She doesn't bother to answer with a hello or any sort of greeting. “Leslie! You saw what she posted didn't you?” Kyra blurts out. “Saw what who posted?” I inquired, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. Releasing a long exhale before clarifying, Kyra fills me in. “Oh God. Leslie, I’m so sorry girl. Katie posted pictures of her and Randy all over each other online. It’s on F******k, I*******m, and TikTok. She tagged Randy in them as well.”

I thought it was sweet. “They wanted to know even the lipstick I used, my mascara and dress.” I typed something on my brother’s post. Hey bro, thanks for the caption and the intro. #mygirl #mywoman #myriver @riverrouge. My phone vibrated in my hand. It was Kai. “Hey. Sup?” “Did you just claim her?” He laughed from the other line. “Yeah. You started it, and I’m only giving them my confirmation.” “Really? Congrats, bro.”

“And I’m finally deciding it won’t be my entire identity.” I left him standing there and went to my home office—the small room I’d claimed months ago when the emotional distance became unbearable. I closed the door softly, then sank into the chair, heart pounding. My phone lit up with notifications. I opened it mindlessly, scrolling past work emails until I reached social media. A habit I rarely indulged in anymore. And there it was. Natasha Cross had posted fifteen minutes ago. The photo showed her and Khalid at an intimate table in a dimly lit restaurant. Her hand rested on his arm. Both of them smiling. The caption read: *Late night strategy sessions with the best in the business. Some pa

I said I went out with Monique, I couldn't tell him I went out with Gage. I asked him about a few other things too and how his days have been while he was aging a photoshoot. He answered me honestly, well I think he was honest enough. He told me he met Kim and Khloe Kardashian in Paris for a magazine cover photoshoot and told me they were so nice. He commented how their asses were so huge and I laughed at it. He talked to me about so many stuff and I really appreciated how he he shared everything to me.

Then I held my arm out and she linked hers into mine as we proceeded to head towards my brothers. They turned as we got closer, it was time for the facade. “Here we go!” Titan roared in my mind. I just took a deep breath in and tried to hold my shit together. “Brothers!” I said, trying to keep my usual Ramses tone. “Nice job on the red carpet.” Rowen chuckled. I pulled out my cell phone that I rarely even used, and did a g****e search. “It’s already on the interwebs, boys.” I said with a laugh, and showed them the barrage of photos already appearing with the hashtag #RIPKatrina attached to every photo. Rowen snatched my phone from my hand and started thumbing through the photos.

“I don’t know. I have to talk to Kane first. I don’t want to, but I have to.” “I feel you, sis. Let me know if you need me. You know we’re always here for you.” “Thanks, Chloe. You’re a gem.” After the phone call, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she returned, there was a text from Kane. It simply read, ‘I’m sorry.’ Just then, she got a pop-up notification from one of her social media accounts, letting her know that her name was trending. She opened the app and saw that Kendra had been released from detention and she was already talking trash about her.