Boring Meme Novels & Stories

Bee is silent for a moment while she thinks, “Oh, the bookstore just opened last week in the mall, take her in there and tell her you’ll buy her any book she wants. Or maybe buy her a pretty bookmark?” I feel my heart burning. “Nice idea! You’re secretly smart, aren’t you?” Axel laughs, “Don’t you think?” He turns to me, but I can’t help myself this time, I groan and grab my chest – the pain is getting too much to keep a straight face. “Dude, you okay?”

Sports had never caught my interest, and their boring talk made me fall asleep. I wondered if Alessio liked sports. “We should stop talking ahout this. Mena is getting bored.” Levi finally noticed I didn’t had anything interesting to add. Donni smirked, and I knew some crap was about to leave his mouth. “She’d get bored anyway because she is a boring person.” Levi offered me a sympathetic smile, and right then and there I knew he agreed with Donni. “I’m not a boring person!” I flipped, a bit too frustrated.

"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!"

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“

] I shot back a [We'll talk later,] and shut off my phone. I lay awake all night, but weirdly, I was not tired at all.

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

Worst is why am I annoyed that Memo doesn't care to text or call me? I shook my head to take away all my unhealthy thoughts about Memo. I bothered myself by opening the folders and re-reading the inventory this month. And to my surprise, this is the first time I got bored reading these folders. It's already past four in the afternoon and I am still here in my office, I have lost my hope that Memo will text or call me. I feel stupid, why didn't I just get his number? No, the question is why am I acting weird? Why do I seem to be back to being a teenager waiting for his crush to shoot him a message? I hate this feeling. I was in such deep thoughts when suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

yeah, that fits better. I followed a few meme pages for daily entertainment, and laughed at those memes until a notification popped up on my phone screen. *Rishi sent you a friend request.*

But if you hurt my sister, I’ll bury you under the parking slab. — Charming. He gets up, clears our cups, and throws over his shoulder: — Are you walking today? — Yes. I need some air. To walk. — You mean: to think about that message and imagine a future in 14 steps while passing by the bakery? — Shut up. He laughs. And despite myself, I smile again. This moment is nothing exceptional. But it has all the markings of a landmark. Because in a few hours, I will remember it like one remembers a last clear breath.

Max leaned forward, "We have a 'no overthinking things' agreement tonight." Shaking my head, I sent him a small smile, "You're right. Tonight is about relaxing and enjoying." If only it were so simple to redirect my thoughts. The image of the poor, dead girl was seared into my brain and I didn't think it would start to fade until Zachary was caught and punished. It invaded my every waking moment and haunted my nights. "How about we play a game?" Max asked with a look in his eyes I couldn't quite place. "I'm not playing strip poker with you again Max. No way I'm risking Jonas almost walking in on us. Again." It had been mortifying. Werewolves may not care about nudity when shifting, but at an