Castle Crashers Memes Novels & Stories

“Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.” “I’m going to fire everyone,” Max muttered. “You can’t fire them,” Landon said. “They’re already traumatized. One of the waiters won’t stop twitching every time he hears a milk frother.” Suzi leaned against the arm of the couch, giggling. “You have to admit, it’s kind of iconic.” “I’m not calling an insurance claim over coffee foam and memes,” Max said darkly. “Actually, you are,” Landon replied. “Because the insurance adjuster is on her way, and she says she needs a statement from one of the owners. That’s you, buddy.”

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It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

Cass laughed; "the two of you used to pick on people all the time, but now that he's lost his memory, you're alone." "Don't remind me. Why'd the brat have to go get in a car wreck?" "Well, excuse me. It's not like I could help I was hit by several idiots!" Hae Jae-Woo leaped over the staircase rail and face off Kyung Jiho. Cass fell back and rolled his eyes. Here we go again. She argues with him to the point of annoyance. Cass just kept his eyes shut and ignored the arguing. He found it sad that he could ignore them so easily. Hae Jae-Woo yelled something. Kyung Jiho countered with something else.

Nathan went over to Cassie. "Where did you get those hats?" Nathan asked. "Mark gave them to us. He said they would shade us better when it started getting really hot by mid day.” Cassie told him. "Seriously did they put more gravel on these roads. I can feel every rock I step on," Jacob complained again about his boots. "I told you last time to get new boots," Nathan said to him. Cassie chuckled. "Yah, yah! Ouch." Jacob said. They all laughed. Nathan walked back to where Cassie was and walk with her.

“The slayers of terrorists: Cassie Monroe and Kylian Wu!” Cheers erupted as they stepped forward. “For our first game,” the MC continued, “we play… Memory Jar! Everyone, write down a memory or thought about our stars tonight — Cassie and Kylian. We’ll read a few and guess who wrote each one.”

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

I'm just hangin' out with my best friend John : Are you having fun over there? Sandy: (Sighs) ... not really ... John : Why? Sandy: (Smiled) ... I don't know ... John : Sandy ... Sandy: Hmm? John : I miss you Sandy: I miss you too John : You're coming back tomorrow, right? Sandy: Yes, tomorrow ... I'll see you tomorrow? John : You better ... you've been very ... very bad to me

I tapped into the family group chat, where a video was being widely circulated online. It was a screen recording of Billy's live stream at the travel center, and the video had been maliciously edited to remove my explanation, leaving behind only the scenes of me crawling out from under the car, Billy shouting "Thief!" at me, and my car later ramming through the barricades to "escape". The comments under the video were vicious. "What an arrogant thief! I bet this isn't his first rodeo. He rammed through the barricade in a stolen car because he was guilty!"

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.