Backstabbed Meme Novels & Stories

the moment he said that graham stood from his seat and motioned his guards to get the man who was not in his sense. Light flash on his face and It would be the biggest lie of my life if I say that my heart didn't shatter because it. Never thought that my kindness one day ruin my own life. This betrayal turned my heart into stone watching the face of the man. I promise myself that never in my life I will show anyone any kind of kindness because if you show it to such people they backstab like this man, Rajat Sharma did. The video clip ended and I blink my eyes which freed salty water from it. It's fucking hard to digest the fact that my own friend backstabbed me.

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Childish and clueless on rebuttals, I mumbled repeatedly, "It wasn't me. I didn't..." The disappointment in our parents' eyes haunted me relentlessly, replaying in my mind on every sleepless night. From that day on, Ashley seemed to discover a twisted new game. Whenever she caused trouble, she'd pin the blame on me without fail. Our parents grew increasingly impatient with my explanations, dismissing them as lies. The final straw came when she stole a neighbor's wallet, leading to another confrontation at our door. "I swear I didn't do it. It was all Ashley!" I implored. "Why wouldn't you believe me?"

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

I inform him. I can't forget the humiliation that I faced that day, and in the several days after that, in a hurry. The media made a huge caricature out of me for assuming blindly that I would get the reward, and standing up even before the winner did. Different blogs keep using the videos of me standing and waiting to receive the award before it was given to Ashley to mock me. Embarrassing memes that keep circulating have been made out of the video, and it doesn’t seem like all of this is going to stop anytime soon, so yeah, Jeff owes me.

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

I know it was a Photoshop image, but still, it didn’t stop my blood pressure from rising. I hit the off button madly. ‘Hacking into my laptop and messing with me!’ I would like to see who has so much guts. To my surprise, the pranks were not just finished. Just then, tons of memes popped up on the big screen. And they were all about me! In one of them, I was even holding a thing and wiggling. The jaw of the executives all fell to the floor and they hurriedly buried their heads, low, pretending that they had seen nothing.

blared the news headline, each letter a dagger to my already shattered reality. Messages flooded my phone, a relentless onslaught of disbelief and condemnation. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, each notification another blow to my already fragile state. Every company and brand I had proudly represented as their brand ambassador now turned their backs on me, their once glowing contracts contaminated by the stain of this accusation.

Comments flooded in like a tidal wave: "Arrogant much?" "Clearly sleeping her way to the top." "Unethical, unprofessional, unimpressive." "How did someone like her get hired in the first place?" A meme featuring my face read: "When you think you're the main character, but you're actually the villain." "Shit," I breathed. "Shit, shit, shit…" Liz tried calling me. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t face anyone right now. Then a message popped up from the last person I wanted to hear from.