Arson Meme Novels & Stories

**Archer** (9:55 PM): jesus take the wheel **Archer** (9:56 PM): u are so fucked (literally) **Lennon** (9:57 PM): thanks for the support They went back and forth for almost an hour—Archer sending increasingly unhinged memes, Lennon firing back half-hearted snark, both of them circling the same unspoken question: what the hell was he going to do when Monday rolled around and he had to walk into Damien Grayson’s office knowing exactly what that man sounded like when he came with Lennon’s name on his tongue? Eventually Archer sent: **Archer** (10:42 PM): go to bed u gremlin. u look like death warmed over in practice pics

] Arsen was so shocked that he sat bolt upright. Who would dare treat Lily that roughly? A sudden feeling of anger surged within Arsen. He felt he didn't like Lily recalling the bad memories that traumatized his little wife. With a heavy feeling pressing on him, Arsen replied to Lily's message with a question he really shouldn't have asked. [What kind of bad memory is that for you to keep dreaming about it? Are there really no other memories you can recall? Perhaps a memory that could at least make you fall asleep with a smile?]

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.

"'Explodes' whenever someone attempts cheating while using it. Never hurts, but it puts anyone nearby under an illusion that the user's hand exploded with the quill. It was created by the Elves." "But their screams?" One examinee from the front asked. Theresa yawned before answering, "I would, too, if I saw my hands covered in blood. As I said, it was all an illusion. Arcanus wouldn't hurt its students but it will weed out undeserving prospects. Continue your exams, you're all running out of time." Theresa's reminder felt like a splash of cold water, and although some were still in a state of shock, they continued to answer their own papers. Meanwhile, Mariana, who already finished answering

“I'm sorry, I screwed up. Arson broke up with me and my whole life is falling apart.” “Why did you do it?” I just need answers at this point. “I needed the money.” And there it is. Everything comes back to money. “Why did Arson dump you?” “He was disgusted that I could betray my best friend like that. He thought you were in on things. I guess he’s more okay with scamming someone than betraying a friend.” While it might not be a message I completely agree with, I can understand where he's coming from with the logic. A knock at the door has me hurrying off the phone with Lyla.

Arsen smiled faintly. “You should know one thing. I’ll tell you my secret. Those two bastards, Adam and Arabelle. They created hell for me in that house. They took me to that house, but never gave me what they promised. There was no happiness at all with them. But when my happiness finally came, when Lyra was born. I love her. But they asked me to stop. They even planned to kick me out of the house. They never thought I existed at all. Adam, that bastard, always said that he thought of me as his own son. But look now, who will take his place as CEO of the company? It’s Nara. It will never for me.” Arsen laughed like an insane person. His face lowered. Only half of his face is visible because

Liam exclaimed. "Alright, Liam, since I'm nice to you, this is your business. Bye." Arsen jumped down to the lower floor, which was one floor away. Arsen knew Liam couldn't jump. "Hey Arsen. You left me!" "Have fun with 12 neighbors. See you," said Arsen, smiling as he gave two fingers—the index and middle fingers—attached to the temple as a short salute. "Haishhhh, Arsen bastard, damn it. I pray you are impotent! You bastard!" Liam shouted.

“Rather than debating what makes me worthy or not, I came here for a solution. To save our Pack, and I assure you…as long as I breathe, I won’t stop fighting!” Arrysa, Bode, Lucas’s father, and my mother all offered me a small smile of relief. “I like your big talks, but it’s not going to save us from the angry mob outside,” Duncan retorted. “So what do you propose?” I inhaled deeply before speaking. “We have reasons to believe Richard was behind the arson and deliberately used some of our members to spread rumors about our Pack being cursed.” Only a few of them filled the air with their near-silent gasps. As for Madeline and Duncan, they didn’t even do as little as blink.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

The anger was growing within me again. I also explained to Arzhel the part about the dummy account of Jarred, which was owned by his family. “That makes sense,” Arzhel murmured. He looked at me. He looked like he had one question left. “But why was he also targeting me?” I looked at him. “The closest we could think of is because you were helping with the fire investigation,” I said. He looked at a distance, thinking as if what I said made sense. “He’s an asshole, a crazy man,” Arzhel said using his low voice. His jaw was clenching.