Backstabbed Meme Novels & Stories

Even the colleagues at work, whose names I barely knew, were secretly mocking me in the work group chat. After my best friend, Peggy Turner, learned about the incident, she surprisingly refused to take my side and instead harshly rebuked me. "You should be thanking your lucky stars that you even married someone as good as Johann, Nancy Castro! Don't you know that you're being an ingrate and a bastard by doing this to him? "If I were you, I'd immediately fall to my knees and beg him for forgiveness without a second thought! You're going to regret this sooner or later!"

Mmmmmm how stupid I am for not coming earlier than this, anyways I hope mind is ready also as I'm here for more money or else I talk, I'm broke very broke and if I don't get this money, ha you won't like what my reaction would be" he said threatening him badly. Without Amunsa's mind picking up the money part that he says, he flashback his memory as he tries remembering the exact day he told the guy on were he was locating as if all that matters. All that matters at that point was where he will get the money from to give to him for continual silent. Amunsa took his mind back as he remembers exactly how it happens. **** Flashback... "All I want you to help me with is for you to mixed this sub

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

"Look at you Steele. Look at what you have become. A headline. A joke. The world is eating you alive." Every scroll revealed another meme, another edit, another blow to the untouchable image he had worked so hard to build. The mighty Steele Empire already had cracks and now I had given the world a sledgehammer. My phone buzzed, vibrating against my palm. Notifications flooded in, messages from insiders, reporters, even strangers thanking me for taking him down a peg. They didn't know it was me of course. Not yet. But the power coursing through me was undeniable. I stared at the video one last time. Dominic, sweating and frantic, grinding against a girl whose name he probably never asked. All

“Bodyguard? That’s his boyfriend. No one looks at their security detail like they’re the last glass of water in the desert.” Memes blossomed like poisonous, beautiful fungi. Photoshopped images of them in romantic clinches on the Rogers Industries logo. Side-by-side comparisons of Anton’s icy boardroom glare and the soft-focused warmth of his gaze at Sabatine during the broadcast. A split screen labelled “For the Press” and “For Him.”

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Jack nodded his head, which was now ablaze, and brought up the last time we tried to play nice with someone. "They tried to stab us in the back, and take all the money for themselves when we were done there weren't enough pieces of them to be put in a soup can for a funeral." "That was a fun one, remind me to pay their graves a visit, we could pour some gasoline in it and see how long they'll burn," I said and took a swig from Jack's beer, he was now down half a beer and he snatched it back from me and chugged the whole thing, glaring at me the entire time.

“You mean the ones you dangle in my face, and then snatch away?” “No,” he said plainly. “I mean Mila, most importantly, those she associates with.” “Her friends,” I said slowly, making sure I understood where he was going. “You want to prove you’re strong enough to be on top? Start there,” he said matter-of-factly. “Mila obviously needs her little support group to succeed. She relies on them to prop her up. You take them out, and she crumbles.” I crossed my arms, a bit skeptical but intrigued. Backstabbing friends was something I knew my father was proficient in. “And what exactly do you mean by ‘take them out’?”

My chest caved in. The comments were worse. “Knew Jace would never lower himself to a stripper; this was all promo.” “LMAO Spicy thought she could bag a billionaire? Delusional much?” “Imagine selling your body at night and thinking you’d become wifey material. Tragic.” “Jace is way out of her league; she should crawl back to the pole.” The more I scrolled, the crueller they became. Memes of me, screenshots of my performances, and edited clips of me dancing with captions like “community property” and “lap-dog stripper”.