Armin Memes Novels & Stories

“ Ha ha ha ha ! Is our young master annoyed ? “ asked Amra laughing . “ If you talk more nonsense then I suggest you shut up . “ said Aron . “ Are my words hurting you because you know that I am picking on your consciousness ? “ asked Amra with an innocent looking her face . “ Amra ! “ said Aron annoyed . Amra realised that she had taken the joke a bit too far and distanced herself from Aron . She took a giant cylindrical pillow and put in front the of herself as a shield . “ What ? “ said Amra , looking ready for battle . When seeing his sister like that , Aron couldn’t help but laugh at the sight . Amra also laughed as the whole situation had turned into a funny comedy . “ Thank you sis !

4 Years Later (Automated Siri voice: "April 2019") Ava's POV "You know how biased you are?" I rolled my eyes at Arun, who looked back at me with an exaggerated pout. "Nope, I only have one ass," he said smugly, glancing over his shoulder. "God, you really need to follow better meme pages," I replied, crinkling my nose. "You're just jealous of my timing," he quipped, puffing out his chest.

"Did I say something wrong?" "No, no, uhm, let's eat." Amara's face turned red, and when Arman saw it, he burst out into laughter too. They all had a wonderful lunch. After that, Arman went through the board games he purchased. They are both shocked, but at the same time happy that Arman is starting to be more of a kid. Amara is the happiest between the two of them, because now, she's starting to see Arman as someone more than a trained human cockfighter.

He frowned, “it’s Finn, your bestie. Damn that accident must’ve shaken up your brain a bit.” I shook my head, “I remember things just fine.” Aria looked up at him, “he doesn’t remember us.” I began to grow frustrated with these people who claimed to know me. Groans came from the other cots and two guys with brown hair both got up at almost the same time. The one with the darker hair spoke first, “looks like everyone is alright.” Aria gave him a sad smile, “Zach has amnesia.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, “you’re joking.”

She seems young, and awfully impressionable. Della seems to notice. “Okay, that’s frankly ridiculous, and if any of you believe that then you deserve to be eaten.” Mabel nudges her. “We are just having fun. Everyone knows Ren is just a recluse who hates people. I mean, I haven’t met him, but I’m just going to assume that, and that’s no ones fault but his own.”

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

My body tenses. Leon's every girls dream. Dark hair, dark eyes, crooked smile, unbelievably handsome in every way. But he isn't my mate. He doesn't have the storm blue eyes from my dreams. My mate is the only male who can be this close to me. I step back. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed your sister, but this day is about our futures." I say evenly, avoiding his eyes. He chuckles and I can't help but notice how nice it sounds, "Screw Serena, she needed a reality check" he laughs again, "I'll be seeing you soon Armina" he smiles as he says my name and I try to pretend I don't enjoy the way it sounds on his lips. He turns to walk away, calling out "Really soon".

“So I see.” Dasha comes to stand beside Hacker. She doesn’t shift, probably because of my uncle and cousin. “Hacker, this is my Uncle Ramin and my cousin Arman,” I say introducing him. “We spoke on the phone,” he says, his tone remaining professional and a bit aloof. My uncle didn’t make a good first impression on Hacker. “We didn’t. I’m Alpha Arman.” “Nice to meet you,” he says, glancing at me. I nod, reassuring him that everything is good.

She's always been a fire, she can burn up anytime, but I'm not, I can't strip myself of my feelings like she does and let others see them clearly. "Just call me Amin." The man who called himself "Ming" spoke again, his smile still soft on his face and showing no signs of stiffening. Without waiting for me to answer, he continued in that odd accent, "I'm sorry Jack didn't tell you I was coming. But I'll be leaving later, so you don't have to be too formal." Armin's Mandarin was a bit of a struggle to speak, but he tried very hard to get the words out, one word at a time, and despite the ineffectiveness, he exuded a certain sense of cuteness that was the polar opposite of his appearance.