Backstabbed Meme Novels & Stories

"Good evening, everyone. Before my apology, I have a gift for each of you—the 100th gift." The crowd hushed. Their eyes locked on me, brimming with curiosity and greed. The massive LED screen behind me flickered to life, but no apology letters or cash codes appeared. Instead, KeyboardFury's social media profile filled the screen. A montage played, showing his cruel insults, fake memorials, and vile rumors. Every word and every line was laid bare. Then came footage of his smug grin as he received my deliveries. He froze, and the crowd stirred. The screen quickly switched to NetJudge's profile, then SlimDown, and on and on. 100 sins piled up, looping like a horror reel.

Technically, we did. "It's fine," I say instead, pulling out my notebook with shaking hands. "I don't care." But I do care. I care very much. By third period, the whispers have evolved into full-blown conversations that halt abruptly when I walk by. Someone's made a meme of my slap, with the caption "FINISH HIM" in Mortal Kombat font. Another edited my poolside photo onto the cover of Sports Illustrated. I keep my chin up, my sunglasses on, ignoring the looks and the not-so-subtle pointing.

Chloe too on the other side was very happy her plan is working. The room was filled with betrayal, where loyalty crumbled into silence, hidden truths slowly surfaced, and every shattered bond echoed louder than words ever could. The night was no longer as innocent as it had begun.

black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

He imagined her as Tyler and did what he liked at that moment. Iris's mouth parted and her eyes snapped open to meet Leonard's. "What the f**k is this Ashton?" Alex was the first one to stand from his chair to shout where was Leonard was caught in the moment. Iris's ocean blue eyes were fixed on Leonard's golden one with immense pain, hate, and questions in them. Backstabbing was known as one of the worst things in this world and Ashton simply stabbed on her back in front of Leonard while she was kneeling keeping her head down.

“That was a mistake.” “No, that was betrayal.” I narrowed my gaze. “Real friends don’t stab each other in the back and lovers don’t rob each other blind. Only strangers do.”

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

“We actually pulled the first wave. Headlines, photos, captions. But it’s already been reposted, screenshotted, translated into three dialects, and turned into memes.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Take it all down.” “We are.” “I don’t care how much it costs.” “It’s not about money anymore,” she said carefully. “It’s about momentum.” I swiped again and found another caption. "ALPHA LUCA ESCORTS PREGNANT WOMAN—INSIDERS CLAIM BABY BELONGS TO HIM." My chest went tight. Another swipe. "Stormbourne Marriage a Sham? Alpha’s ‘True Mate’ Exposed."

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

I whispered. “Yeah?” he asked. “You okay?” “I’m so fucking sorry Harper” “You don’t have to be. I should have been there for you, Gabe” “I promised myself you wouldn’t see this side of me and I failed miserably,” he said with a bitter laugh. “It’s okay, I’m here for you. Please tell me what you need,” “Nothing right now, I just want to stew in my own misery for a bit longer, then I’ll try to get up and eat”