Angry Pingu Meme Novels & Stories

"Huh?" "Your favorite animal is pig, mine is Penguin." He said smoothly, starting another sum. "My favorite animal is not pig. In fact I hate it." I stated. "You are just in denial." He shook his pencil at me. "Oh God! Why would I be in denial?" I exclaimed, starting to get irritated. "God would come and explain but he's too busy making good looking guys like me." He puffed out his chest, pointing to his chest. I rolled my eyes. "I hope not. If he does, I hope he gives them some brains and some kindness too."

I greeted as I took off my sleeveless T-shirt that was definitely soaked in sweat. "Stop calling me that!" She gets really angry when called something like that, a sacred word that apparently motivates Maureen to exercise desperately just to stay like an hourglass. "Pus..., here!" I offered a hug in my shirtless state and of course it wouldn't be granted if it was only connected through a virtual call. "Not funny, Angga!" It's not funny, but the look of annoyance that pursed my lips wanted me to make up for it with a playful bite. Too bad it's far away.

Yuri opened the door of the cage and stroked it lovingly. "Are you okay?" Fremingo walked over slowly with a camera in her hand. "I'm scared." Yuri gently took it out of the cage. Fremingo took a look at it and said coldly, "if it die, I can make a roasted pig." The little porcupine shivered and shouted at him "hum" with dissatisfaction. You are the roast pig! "Look, you can still resist, which means you won't die. Don't worry." Fremingo said to Yuri.

Angry, Marlie freed herself from his grasp, escalating her frustration. The two guys who had pulled Marlie towards them burst into laughter at Ken's comment, provoking a reaction from her. She huffed and glared at Ken, contemplating her retaliation. Her actions revealed her vulnerability, as everyone there knew that being called fat was Marlie's weakness. Marlie's anger grew as the laughter continued. They were mocking her, and her anger turned into tears that welled up in her eyes. Her chest pounded heavily, causing her shoulders to move fiercely like a raging lion.

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

RiVi throws another bag of cash and Ping, throw it to their faces, and the dogs happily leave them alone. "How about mine?" Ping crawled up to him, and licked him on the neck. "Eat me all you want, I guess my money isn't your type? Nor your thing as a payment?" RiVi teased, pulling Ping's face up, and sucked his tongue for dominance. Ping smiled and bent down to suck, the most awaited hard tower, he already removed his pants and pointed his ass to RiVi's face, to be eaten. But he was pulled up by RiVi, when they were about to come and shooting their semen out.

I bit my lip in anger. TBC. Sorry it short. Please guys please continue staring and liking . Please you people are making me unhappy..

The exclamation mark then transformed into an image: a thumbs-down sign, clearly conveying mockery. Underneath the image was a message: "Improve your skills before coming back. You're embarrassing yourself!"