Beastars Meme Novels & Stories

Beasty is starting to look like another being in that same body. “It was quite fun actually, fooling the guy who thinks is fooling everyone.” She briskly uttered, “Well, to be honest, I was kind of curious what a DISGRACED like you can actually do, but never did I expect things to end this way, where I actually get to shed tears.” She laughed. “I am totally impressed.” Beasty added, “You are just like misery, waiting for your prey to stumble, to breaking down before you sink your teeth on its neck," she smirked. "How daunting.”

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.

All I know is, fighting you is a death sentence! [Beauty]: AGREED!!! [Day]: +1 [Water]: +1 The world chat burst into laughter. “LMAO! My idols gave up before it even started!” “Only Boss Briella can tame these wild beasts!” “Briella supremacy!” “Briella! Briella! Briella!” Briella’s eye twitched. ‘What kind of minions did I raise again?’ She dropped a link in the private chat. [Briella]: “Get in.”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

"You…you need to unleash the beast, boss, the killing machine I admire, and get us out of this mess." Her words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. The beast, it was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an excuse to break free, and I had always kept him in these days because of the love of my life. I clenched my fists into tight balls, and then I remembered Vincenzo. The little shit was still chained up in one of the offices, like a helpless little hostage. My stepmother’s goons probably hadn't found him yet, we could use him as a shield, a bargaining chip.