Book Meme Funny Novels & Stories

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

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. 😈💅"

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

That wasn't what this was about. "You can get back with her and everything will be like before—" "You think I want to get back with that fucking bitch?" Sam cried. "I'd rather stick my dick in a blender than put it anywhere near that dirty slut. I wouldn't even put the tip in her." This made his new mates howl with laughter. It wasn't his intention to be funny, but he'd take it. "Why don't you man up and fight your own battles?" Tom asked, squaring up to Sam. He saw red. Jayce's lesson on how to punch flashed before his eyes and before he knew it, Tom was on the floor at his feet.

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

Kieran's POV: Adrien was right, I have nothing to do now as I was grounded. I was bored out of my wits. I sighed and surfed the internet, just to find the video of me punching that douchebag Tyler. People had added numerous funny BGM and effects to make it even worse. "Great, I am a meme now." I groaned and stuffed my face in the cushion. "It will pass by." Adrien said to me, however, he clearly looked amused. He must have seen all of them.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”