Backstabbed Meme Novels & Stories

DON'T MAKE HIM SHY. Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... Noah's_soulmate ... I_love_my_mommy SINCE, EVERYONE IS DOING IT ... Yes_you_suck THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE! NOAH, IS THIS THE TRUTH?! Noah's_soulmate GUYS, STOP -_- Will_the_devil OH, I CAN TESTIFY. IT'S THE TRUTH. POOR ALICE WAS ONCE WHINING ABOUT IT TO ME.

I decide to check socials. I go on Instagram and see that many people have tagged me in their photos. I look at Sarah's account first. Her profile picture is black and she has nothing in her bio. There is only one post, it has writing on it. I click on the image and read. they are all the same, they fuck you then leave, i feel used, i feel disgusting, i trusted him, he stabbed me in the back, now i don't trust anyone... "No, no, no."

’ (¬‿¬) Levi, ‘…’ ಠ_ಠ Blackie, ‘Heh! Your level of stupidity is over 9,000! Must be your “love shield” at work?’ (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ Levi, (凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 Noah slammed the cue stick onto the table in a huff and then slowly and rather rigidly straightened his waist. Levi, pasted to his back, mimicked his movements until both were standing up perfectly straight.

(laughing emoticon x5) Sobek: LIIIIIEEESSSS! Imhotep: (dancing emoticon) Mercy from the gods~ [Bastet sent Imhotep 1 credit/s!] Imhotep: (crying emoticon) [Anubis sent Imhotep 1 credit/s!] Imhotep: What the shit? Cleopatra: Me, too! (dancing emoticon) [Anubis sent Sobek 1 credit/s!] Anubis: Wait, I got the wrong person. Sobek: MINE

"What's the big deal about being teased as an old maid? As long as you're enjoying yourself, don't let it weigh you down. Everything will work out." Weni lifted her head, giving her boss a stern look. "Sir, have you never been trapped by an ex? My ex was a manager at my workplace, he married my friend who I recommended for a job, a friend since junior high. I wouldn't mind if they stabbed me in the back and got married, but the problem is if they spread rumors to everyone. Everyone would tease me, compare me, even though I just want to work in peace!" Jonathan cleared his throat again, this girl's issues were complicated. And the phrase "stabbed in the back" made Jonathan's face turn red. Oh

A chilling realization sends shivers down my spine. “Wha-a-t,” I choke out, more blood gurgling up my throat as a fiery ache blossoms my back. The realization hits me like a sledgehammer. I’ve been stabbed in the back, both physically and mentally, the betrayal cutting deep into the core of my being.

"I'll give thirty dollars, just kick him a few more times. You know where." Photos of Samson and Jessica were turned into all kinds of disgusting memes, spreading everywhere online. Their friends and relatives found out about the scandal and started publicly cutting ties. Suddenly, an old woman with disheveled hair rushed over, sobbing like she had lost her mind. She dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

Sophia’s breath caught. “You mean… someone hacked it?” “Exactly.” The alley seemed colder now. “And when the demo failed,” Marissa continued, “everyone laughed at them.” Sophia’s mind raced. “But they still became billionaires.” “Yes,” Marissa said. “Because six months later they rebuilt the app and sold it for billions.” Sophia frowned. “But that still doesn’t explain why they’re here now.” Marissa looked directly at her. “They think someone in this club sabotaged them.” Sophia’s chest tightened.

"Don't speak. You're a liar. You knew. You let him taint the last piece of good I had. The one memory that wasn't corrupted by them." Anna understood the weight of the moment. The memory of Hannah was the foundation of his idealized self-image—the one time he felt truly loved. Liam’s confession had not just revealed a single betrayal; it had destroyed the entire narrative of his past, causing a total identity crisis. "I didn't know, Dylan, not until seconds before you walked in," Anna lied, smoothly and necessarily. She couldn't afford to let his abandonment fear solidify. "But listen to me, Liam's action was separate from your relationship with Hannah. His betrayal is his own. It does not m