Anthony Mackie Meme Novels & Stories

Matt exclaimed. "It'll only take me half a minute to break all those teeth," Anthony threatened and raised his fist near Matt's mouth. Should I say something? I thought. Nah...I wouldn't be able to do anything against Mr. Macho man over there. "Leave him alone!" another voice spoke and I looked in that direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Anthony barked. "I am Anthony, let Matt go. He doesn't owe you shit," the other guy replied. What is this? The battle of the Anthony?

“So, I’ll finally be able to afford that Botox I’ve been dreaming about, and you can hand your asshole boyfriend an even bigger check than you usually do!” “Shut up,” I say, scowling and smacking my friend half-heartedly on the chest. Anthony, like Emi, isn’t Steven’s biggest fan. “I won’t get any of the money anyway,” I sigh. “Pete never puts me in the VIP room on nights like this.” “Because you,” Anthony says, teasing me, “only like to shake your little booty – you’re never willing to let anyone touch it –“ “Ew!” I wrinkle my nose at Anthony even as I push away, laughing and hoisting my bag higher on my shoulders. “I’m not letting some old mafia lech touch me for a couple of extra bucks –“

He questioned with a tilt of his head. Anthony scoffed and took a sip from his drink. It tasted bitter as the memory of Quinn standing up to him and Alexandra smirking at him from behind flashed in his head. “That witch dare not.” “Then who?” Anthony closed his eyes and shook his head, trying somewhat to get rid of the embarrassing memory, sadly his brain and the alcohol did not allow so. Memories of the day’s event continued to flash in his head and this further angered him. “Ah, what a pain.” He muttered. “She’s always there… always poking her nose in things that are of no business to her.”

"And you need to eat, we still have to do something." Lissa glared at him, still in disbelief at what's happening right now. "What... you know... I can't understand you." "You're really slow, aren't you?" Anthony teased with a smirk. "Good thing your cuteness makes up for it." Lissa let out a wide smile. "Cute? So you think I'm cute huh... I thought I'm not your type." "You're right, you're not my type. A lot of things are cute. Pugs are cute. Piglets are cute. Even the SHIT emoji is cute."

AMORA "You fucken asshole. Why on earth didn't you tell us that your new friend is actually Tawny Lioness fucken King?" Anthony jumped on me the moment I walked back in my room. "What do you mean?" I asked with a shrug and the guy laughed pulling me to the couch, "what do I mean? arg I mean you could have warned us you know.. and give us some 'umh guys so the friend I'm bringing is actually Tawny King.. so be prepared..'"

"That is the past. I know I was wrong because I chose to leave you, instead of fighting for our love. We've discussed this before, Anthony. And I'm very, very sorry about that.” Anthony stopped Miley, who was about to walk closer to him with his palm. “Stop right there.” "Why? What happened to you? Why did you become super prick after coming back from Oakland?” Miley narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Anthony. “Did you see a woman there? Are you cheating on me?' Anthony laughed at all the accusations. He was literally laughing out loud, as if Miley were a particularly hilarious circus clown. "What is so funny? Stop laughing, damn it.”

"Do you find this disaster funny? Is your downfall a sitcom to you?" "Come on, Mickie. You're being dramatic." I wave her off. She shoves the laptop in my face violently. "Look at that! Just look! You're a meme now! A GIF, a TikTok sensation. Everyone is calling you the Box office boxer, Hollywood hothead, Rage Cage Leo, Drama Queen of the ring!" I can't help, but snicker. "Those names are kind of creative."

Mack did not dare say anything extra now. He thought hard, scratching his head as he tried to recall who that friend was. He only had a vague memory of that person. "I… I remember he has an elderly voice. And then..." Soon, Mack realized he couldn't remember a single additional detail. He started to panic. "Why can't I remember what he looked like? We met several times!" Everyone else wanted to scream in desperation. What did he mean by he couldn't remember? Who would believe such an obvious lie?

He licks his lips at the thought. ~~~ "Well, it seems like you're okay." Said the doctor as she checked a bunch of things in her clipboard. "Thank you," Anthony said, acting like a relieved father. She smiles before she leaves us alone. "Okay in one minute we are going to jump out of that window and run across the lot to my car. Got it?" "Can I have some McDonalds on the way? This food is shit." I say as we run around another corner. "Okay okay." He rolls his dark brown eyes at me. I jump out of the bed in excitement, take off all the things attached to me and take the lead.

Aya panicked and followed them while Violet went to her siblings, sensing Liam and I needed to talk. “Why on earth are you pushing Aya on this?” I snarled at him. “And why’s my cheekbone hurting?” I asked impatiently as I raised my hand to touch my face. “You really don’t remember a thing?” Mike laughed, moving his head closer to check on his cheekbone. When their eyes met, the two guffawed heartily, but I could hardly understand what was funny about it. “Man, that girl could punch!” Mike muttered, holding his belly as he tried to stop laughing.