Annoying Meme Novels & Stories

"Please don't do anything stupid and violent." "Hah, didn't you know?" Jayce flashed a wicked smile. "Stupid and Violent are my middle names."

"My mate being a guy isn't my choice, i didn't choose all this-" "I don't give a fuck that it's a guy. I care it's fucking Oakley. He's so annoying. And fuck man, we beat him up like every day the last three years. How is that even gonna work?" "I'm gonna fix it. We're gonna be nice. We're gonna apologize" "What's going on?" John, and Jake make their way over, confusion on their faces. If they're really my friends, they'll support me. "Oakley's my mate" I let out a heavy breath as the words leave me. Jake's brows crease, and John's eyes flick over to Adam.

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--?”

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

She said with a smile. I was helpless. I know if I wanted to hear those words from her mouth, I had to continue working hard. “Alright, I hung up then.” Ailina hung up the phone. Then she sent me a naughty expression of a little rabbit baring her teeth. I usually didn’t use Memes when using W******p. When I saw Ailina’s cute one, I didn’t know what to reply. So I found Jayden and asked him to get a few for me. As a result, the expression bags Jayden sent me were all very strange. All of them were silly with lines “Go to hell, Idiot”, “You go eat shit,” and “The other party didn’t want to talk to you and touch your tit.” Seeing this I almost went to beat him.

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

News tickers ran silently across the wall screen, headlines flaring in bold type. "Heiress of Moreno & The Vale Empire. "Engagement Confirmed!" "Lyra Moreno Breaks the Internet in Silk and Silence!" "The Ice Rose and the Heir: Are We Witnessing the Return of the Old World Romance?" Yani stood in front of the screen, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a tablet. She looked like she was about to explode. "Okay," she said dramatically, "I have compiled seventy eight memes, nine AI-generated wedding invites, and one slideshow of edits comparing you and Elias to anime power couples."

I could fucking get sued for this! I back away from the bed, shaking. What do I do? My phone buzzes again like a relentless, angry bee on the floor. And like a zombie, I pick it up. Notifications flood in. A meme pops up. An old picture of me at my high school party, photoshopped, mocked, and trending. It's working. But underneath the shame, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger flickers to life. I tuck my hair behind my ear and enter the comments. Lewd comments about my body are getting massive likes.

Above it, a caption: “When you marry a CEO but still get treated like the valet.” A second meme followed moments later. This one had Eleanor’s face mid-sentence, with: “The real boss showed up. Grandma with the Glock.” Julian stared at it for a moment. Then silenced the phone and slid it into the drawer beside his watch. By midmorning, Sophie strolled into his study holding a tablet and two croissants. “You’re trending,” she said, dropping the pastries onto his desk. “And before you ask, yes—most of it’s satire. Some’s nasty. But some of it’s… weirdly affectionate?”