Novel & Cerita What Are The Kardashians Snapchats

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.

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.”

Talking over each other. Kai pulled out his phone the second he sat. “Board just updated. Daily Fang dropped two new posts. Check this.” He turned the screen toward Nico. First headline: **QUEEN OF THE WEST’S PUBLIC CLAIM – HALLWAY KISS WITH #5 NICO BLACK GOES VIRAL** *Elara Voss locks lips with the scholarship kid. Rank spikes. Footage at 1.2M views.* Second headline, posted minutes later: **ART QUEEN JOINS THE CHASE – LIORA KANE SITS CLOSE, HELPS NICO IN CLASS**

I told Dom as I opened my own camera roll, praying to God for it to be our lucky night. "No way, they can't be dumb enough to-" Dom stopped speaking mid-sentence as he brought his phone closer to his face to take a better look. I looked up from my own phone, grinning wildly. "There's no such thing as 'not being dumb enough,' my friend." I raised my phone and showed him my screen. There it was, the videos that I took, sitting idly in my recently deleted file, waiting to be restored. I sent a quick thank you prayer as we made quick work of restoring the pictures and saving it in our snapchat memories and emailing each other copies of it using all the email accounts we own.

I've followed her on F******k, and I*******m, her I*******m being private must have some good shit on it. Snap chat has been my favourite stalking platform as of late. I get to watch her stories, since she added me the night after we met. It's been a week since then, and through it, I've been able to familiarise myself with the people she's close to, particularly her friends, and baby sister that she continuously refers to as small Aurora in her videos. My phone dings, I grab it, groaning as I look through at the notification. Aurora's friend Katherine, whom I added on F******k a few days ago, just posted a video of Aurora falling down the swing.

"Viagra, now that SnapWeb is very popular, what should we do......" Jariel broke out in a cold sweat. Lance took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He uses his mobile phone to follow the dynamics on SnapWeb in real time. After a while, he pretended not to care and said: "It's just a hot search, at most it will be hung for half a day, look at your little interest!" "But ......," Jariel explained hesitantly, "the message under the official SnapWeb of the musical and the Korean producer, Liah's voice is the highest."

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.

Elara leaned on him, grateful for the private handling of their family matters. ----- The next day, Kai recorded a short, polished video from his office. He looked composed and sincere: “Hey everyone, I’ve seen the questions about my father. He’s taking an extended break from social media and public life to focus on personal matters. My wife’s sister Sophia has nothing to do with any of this. Please respect our family’s privacy during this time. We’re focused on raising our three beautiful children. Thank you for the continued support.” He posted it across his platforms. The response was immediate and massive.

“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