Arson Meme Novels & Stories

"Tell her we used to play in the rain together." His eyes searched her face. Waiting for something. A reaction. A memory. Anything. "Tell her I never forgot our last day together in front of the fireplace." Eva felt something strange. Every word Aron spoke sounded so real. So painful. As if the fabricated story was actually a memory he had carried for years. "Do you remember?" Aron asked softly. His voice sounded like a trap. Finally, Eva blinked. Her expression was innocent. Honest. "Yes. I remember everything."

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Stealing someone's wife and burning their photos—that's even worse than sticking pins in a voodoo doll! Archer couldn't care less about whatever nonsense was running through Anson's mind. After burning all of Larry's photos to ashes, Archer dusted off his hands and stood up. He emptied the bowl's contents, then took it back inside.

I yelled with a serious face. “It's part of accepting who you are, Melonie,” Arlo yelled back dramatically. “Right! That I shouldn't have been born? That I am a nightmare, a forbidden seed? That my fate is full of pain, trauma and heartbreak? That I would never be happy because I keep getting hunted down like a grasshopper? That a lot of beings out there either want me dead or want to use me as a weapon? How sweet a life that is!” I screamed, sarcasm dripping.

She opened WhatsApp, scrolled through his group chats, and clicked into one with his friends. [Connor, it's almost Cathy's death anniversary. Let's do something big that day, really give Samantha a lesson she won't forget. Consider it a tribute to Cathy.] [Yeah. I've got an idea—let her relive that nightmare from three years ago. But we'll make it worse. When the fire starts, you swoop in and 'save' her again. She'll be even more obsessed with you. Then when she's madly in love, just dump her.]

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.

They were glad to see the Beta alive and intact despite the rumors that he was killed by that ugly monster. “Damn, I really thought you were smashed to death by that ugly monster. That was the rumors circulating in the entire Devonlaire.” It was Rudson, they were in the living room of the mansion. Aron’s face became red because of embarrassment. He can’t believe he was being mocked like that. He’s a damn Beta, for goodness’ sake. He can’t be just easily defeated by a monster. “That’s not true! Who spread that fucking rumors?” His mood now was totally ruined.

I gave up halfway through and just made salted caramel popcorn. Eventually, they burned off their sugar reserves and tottered off toward the estate, muttering something about forcing Nikolai and Nial to take them swimming “or else.” The second the door shut behind them, Arsen collapsed dramatically on the couch. One arm flopped over his eyes. “I’m dead. This is death.” I climbed onto him like a sleepy barnacle and settled across his chest. “You’re not dead. You’re a couch now. Accept your fate.” “You’re crushing me,” he wheezed.

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”