Armin Memes Novels & Stories

I swear I don't want to see that kind of reaction. "Don't tell me you're still affected by Juvilan?" I knew that there was nothing good about that kind of reaction on his face. "Bow your head a bit first, I'll whisper something to you." Because Arvin is naturally silly when it comes to me. He bent down and bent slightly to match our height, I immediately punched him and twisted my arm to strangle him jokingly, I call it chokeslam. I don’t know if Arvin’s brain had sucked anti-insect repellent.

“You think this is a game?” Bjorn just laughed, a reckless, dismissive sound that filled the room with cold arrogance. “If it’s not, then why do you keep playing it?” “Can you believe it?” he crowed, completely out of touch with the room’s mood. “My brother, Armin, has not one but two wives! Talk about ambition!” His laugh was loud, careless, as if he were discussing some grand, amusing family legend. “I told the servants—Armin, the great Armin Suegra, has two women! A genius move if you ask me!” He looked around, almost expecting applause for his bizarre announcement.

What would Arman’s private space even look like? A beep from my phone drifted me out of my thoughts. It was a text from Arman. His number was saved as "Manny" with two hearts—one red, one yellow. **Manny:** “Awake?” **Me:** “No. Did you change your name in my phone? When?” **Manny:** “That’s what happens when you zone out in public. Although, you know what will happen if you zone out again…” *Fuck.* He was serious about that kiss. I was feeling daring and a little naughty.

A few of them had discarded their noble origin and puked next to each other. The teachers arched their backs, some were leaning against the wall and screeched. Shadow and Albert’s noses twitched, smelling something else. Their eyes collectively turned to Arman who was behind them. “Ah~” “This is awkward.” Shadow scratched her cheek, and Albert arched his brow. Arman had passed out while pissing his pants. “I don’t know that the notorious man will piss himself off after witnessing how mental torture is being conducted. What an interesting fellow.” “They can peel off others' nails, break others' legs, but draw the line at the mental torture? I’ve been living long enough to witness this bullshi

Damien asked. Armin laughed. "Wow, you are a curious one. I didn't think you'd care about who dies in your arms. But to answer your question about him being my relative...yes. He was my brother. We are fraternal twins, in fact." Damien looked at him, startled. "You had me kill your twin? That's low, even for someone like you!" Armin waved his hands dismissively. "Oh, get off your high horse, Sky. It's not like you to suddenly have moral values. What difference does it make whether he is my brother or not?" he asked.

His arm swung carelessly, smacking me lightly in the arm as he swayed unsteadily in his chair. “Well?” he slurred, his eyes barely able to focus on me. “What did she say?” I smirked, shaking my head at his state. Armano had always been this way—incapable of holding his liquor, yet never learning his lesson. “She’s just one of those desperate chicks looking to get a dick inside them,” I teased, my voice dripping with amusement. At that, Armano let out a loud, exaggerated laugh, nearly falling out of his chair. Maria, who was taking a sip of her drink, choked slightly before bursting into laughter as well.

he teased, raising his eyebrows playfully. Arum immediately flicked Bro M’s forehead, her face turning red. Hearing all this made me even more exasperated. “Ugh, Bro M! My God, I want to smack you, but I’m scared it’d be a sin to hit a GGS senior,” I said, pretending to be frustrated. Everyone burst out laughing. Hasan slapped his thigh, laughing so hard, while Nunu added, “True, Bro M is like a GGS artifact already.” Instead of being offended, Bro M leaned back comfortably. “Of course! I’m the coolest senior,” he boasted proudly.

Zhu Wushang asks, then looking at adorable Amira who’s still enjoying her conversation with her father. Arman didn’t think about it much and instinctively answered. “Ah… Yes. It is true.” Suddenly, an ominous feeling hit him as if he had gotten into some kind of trap. Arman then looks at Aurelia who’s looking at him like she’s looking at the human trash, the worst of its kind, or a lowlife. Then the revelation hit him. “No! No! It’s not that! Aurie, You misunderstood! It’s not what you think!” Arman tried to explain but the looks from Aurelia became more and more disgusted.

“One thing, though.” I pointed at the screen, at Armin’s flickering image. “That motherfucker is mine,” I seethed.

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.