Backstabbed Meme Novels & Stories

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.

“Did you guys know Mirabel was his boss? He legit stole her from his boss. Sham.” “Talk about a gold digger. Can't trust people these days. Sike.” “We should drag Sora's ass to hell.” With shaking fingers, I scrolled down to see side-by-side pictures comparing me to Mirabelle. Angry emojis with my name and death threats topped the chart. “Go to hell. Someone should find out his profile. He's going to hate the day he was born.” “Cheaters never prosper. He's an ungrateful son of a bitch. I heard he does the same to everyone he's met.”

Turning his head, Dwayne whispered coldly, "Evelyn, do you have any idea what it means to consider the bigger picture? For the sake of your pathetic ego, you've destroyed months of painstaking work. Is that really what you wanted?" A chill slowly crept into my heart. To Dwayne, it didn't matter that I had just been humiliated in front of everyone. In his eyes, my so-called pride meant nothing. The sting of betrayal and shame threatened to overwhelm me. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I clenched my lower lip, keeping them at bay. With a deep breath, I pulled out my phone. Clinging to the last of my strength, I forced myself to stay calm. In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I connected my phon

Caption: “Pregnant fertility goddess takes the throne and rebrands the empire. We are not worthy.” Memes explode almost instantly: Theo’s face photoshopped onto a burning building: “When your ex rebrands your entire life out of existence.” A simple image of the rose logo with text overlay: “When she says ‘keep my name out your mouth’ and then puts hers on EVERYTHING.” Another one: the old blue W logo crumbling like dust, the white rose blooming in its place: “Character development: from Whitford to Harper-Kane.” The comments are a chaotic mix of awe, thirst, support, and pure glee: