Comeback Memes For Group Chats Novels & Stories

Everyone must have already forgotten it right? Or they haven’t. A kind was stress was formed in my mind slowly. I really didn’t want to go in that reunion party. Just at that time, I got a beep in my phone. It was whatspp group message. HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS REUNION This was the name of the group. What the hell is this? How did they get my number? Don’t tell me it was Rebecca? “Rebecca is it you who gave them my number?” I asked her. I was a little agitated. I really didn’t want to be connected with them. It had been years that I hadn’t been connected with them.

"I forgot that I had a cousin too. He's from my father's side so you know how it will be." "Fine. Congrats by the way." I let out a relieved sigh and took my phone to capture the picture of my score on the test paper. I sent the image in my friend's group chat. And, That was the first message which I'm sending in a group chat too. Everyone replied more quickly than I expected. They reacted by sending surprised gifs, shocked emojis, and party mode stickers. While I was laughing by looking at the messages from my friends, I saw Liam send a thumbs-up message.

I navigated to the dark web without a second of delay, setting the machine down on my dresser as the screen’s blue light reflected in my hardened eyes. My gaze turned to steel as I tapped on a familiar group icon and typed a simple, single greeting. Hello. As I stretched my fingers, rolling the built-up tension from my wrists until they clicked, notifications began to explode across the screen in a frantic, digital blur. “Oh my goodness, Nuxia is back!” “Boss, is that you?” “It’s been five years too long! We missed you!” “Welcome back, boss!” A dry chuckle left my lips. Welcome back, indeed.

Several people were convinced that Audrey would not come because she was never active in the cla*s group, especially because Audrey had disappeared for a long time and only appeared recently. Many wondered what happened to Audrey, but at that time no one could know the answer and in the end, according to their busy schedules, everyone stopped thinking about it. Everyone has their own life story and there is no need to tell everyone what each of them has gone through. They are highly educated people who are bound by a humanitarian commitment to serve in an oath, so it is best to focus on their respective affairs. The purpose of this reunion is also to rekindle friendships and solidarity from

I couldn’t imagine Robin running for a cabin “Good, I think both of them are ready for some communalism” “They probably wanted to see other men naked” I joked aand Chloe smiled, I took out my phone from my pocket dialing Robin and suddenly Chloe let out a long “Ohhh” slapping her knee laughing, I looked up at her with a raised brow “What’s so funny?” “I just got what you meant now” she continued which made me laugh too “You- are so slow!” I laughed “Community dick sight-seeing” she remarked making me laugh even harder

I wasn’t just getting used to this new life; I was beginning to embrace it. “Group chats?” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah, we have one for training updates, challenges, and just for fun, and gossip. You’ll want to be in the loop!” Lira explained, her enthusiasm infectious. I nodded, feeling a sense of belonging deepen within me. “Definitely sign me up for that!” As we continued to chat, Zara and Jace teased Lira about her “phone-gifting strategy,” poking fun at how she was always looking out for the newcomers. I couldn’t help but laugh along, feeling more included than I had in a long time.

I pretended to be considering his offer and with a smile that didn't completely reach my eyes I made my comeback. “I'll think about it and get back to you.”

“Stay out of things that don’t concern you. You know what happens to people who talk. I’m sure you still want Mia safe, and your loud Sara.’ I stared at the words. Thumb hovered over send. It sounded too direct, it was too traceable, could easily be traced back to me if anything happened. I needed a different number, one that would be discreet. I opened the drawer of the nightstand. Pushed aside condoms and charger cables. At the end of the drawer, I pulled out two phones and one tablet, the tablet I used to control the R.kline project. The first phone had a new sim, perfect for the job, I typed again. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you. You know what happens to people who talk. I’m

“Oh, and if they text you in the group chat, don’t ignore them. Text back.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “I’ll think about it.” Once he left, I grabbed my phone again. Notifications were already flooding in from the Divergent Howls group chat. Zion: You okay, honey? Hayden: We’ll fix this. Don’t worry. Finley: We’re still your team, Phoebs. Adonis: Stay strong, Cherry. One by one, their messages popped up, and I couldn’t help but smile—just a little.

My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.]