Deviled Eggs Meme Novels & Stories

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

To his annoyance, Mabel switched off and then an angry message in caps “YOU SIR, ARE THE VILEST OF THE VILE. HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR WHORES? I ASSURE YOU I AM NOT A SLUT NOR A LOOSE WOMAN.!!! Devlin was surprised with the vehemence of her message. Doesn’t the woman recognize a joke? Nevertheless, he felt chastised so he sent her an email of apology. She didn’t reply. Devlin was swearing and he couldn’t understand why she frustrates him so much. He is not a vain person but he knows he is good-looking and he has a beautiful physique thanks to menial jobs which his colleagues thought are beneath him. He only goes to the gym if there is nothing heavy to do like right now. He went

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you take a look at this?” I caught the phone before it slid off the edge of the table, my fingers brushing the cool glass screen. The post was a scathing thread, complete with memes mocking our new logo and hashtags like #EpicFail and #OutOfTouch. I scanned the comments, hundreds of them, piling on with gleeful vitriol. It was worse than I’d realized, but I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The audacity of these keyboard warriors was almost comical. Instead, I widened my eyes, feigning shock as if this was my first time hearing and seeing the comments.

Above it, a caption: “When you marry a CEO but still get treated like the valet.” A second meme followed moments later. This one had Eleanor’s face mid-sentence, with: “The real boss showed up. Grandma with the Glock.” Julian stared at it for a moment. Then silenced the phone and slid it into the drawer beside his watch. By midmorning, Sophie strolled into his study holding a tablet and two croissants. “You’re trending,” she said, dropping the pastries onto his desk. “And before you ask, yes—most of it’s satire. Some’s nasty. But some of it’s… weirdly affectionate?”

“What is so funny?” That just made the laughing worse. “An eggplant—” my stomach clenched from my deep chuckles “—means dick.” “Shit,” he cursed before joining in. “I get it now. My dick wants to be in your pussy too, but why the fuck does an eggplant mean dick?” I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I have no idea, it’s just become the universal symbol.” “Hmm. Wouldn’t a hot dog or a banana be better?” he asked.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

The woman in the yellow dress stood beside him with a smirk. "People turned it into memes," Astrid said. She scrolled through the comments. "It is so viral even penguins in Antarctica have probably seen it. Mom's phone has not stopped ringing since last night." I pressed my face into the pillow to block out the sight. "Turn it off." Astrid did not stop. She read the words aloud in a flat tone. "'So desperate.' 'What a joke.' 'That poor guy, she ambushed him.' Here is a short one. It just says, 'stupid bitch.'"

SHAMELESS PDA! Will_the_devil I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT I_pooped OH, PLEASE, YOU JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR LOVE. Will_the_devil YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSEIBLE. I AM OUT TOO. BYE. I_pooped TSK, TSK. WE DON'T SAY BYE HERE. Will_the_devil OH, REALLY?! I_pooped MHM. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN. Will_the_devil WATCH ME. BYE. BYE. BYE.

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."