Demon Slayer Michael Jackson Memes Novels & Stories

“Dude. Someone made a meme out of Daniel getting hit.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course they did.” He showed me the screen anyway — a blurry freeze-frame with ‘When you talk too much and karma answers first’ plastered on it. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Okay, that’s actually kind of funny.” “Yeah,” Jackson said, grinning now. “Maybe this blows over faster than we think.” “Maybe.” But even as I said it, I knew the truth — this wasn’t going to disappear overnight. Not for me. Not for Jessa.

Jackson appears out of nowhere like a summoned demon and hauls the guy back by the collar, planting himself squarely in front of Mel. “Go to the table. I’ll take out the trash,” he says pleasantly. The always oblivious protector. The dude stares at Mel over Jackson’s shoulder and articulates some dumb words, “You’re (hic) … one hot … bitch.” My body responds immediately. SLAM. The guy falls over a table. THUD. Straight to the ground. Not getting up soon. Mel’s nails dig into my arm. I lower my fist slowly, disappointed to have missed my moment. Jackson shrugs. “No one calls my sister that.”