Dwight Meme Novels & Stories

One of the jocks replied as the other nodded his head. Dwight flinched hearing the word, Welcome party, it brought emotions that he didn’t want to feel, especially irritation and anger. Adrian saw the quick reflexes and noted it but he kept quiet. Oh sorry, man. I just got a lot of things on my, mind, you know with the final year stuffs, plus the tests and lectures and now, the prank wars. I totally forgot that I was a football player. What did the coach say my fine was? Dwight asked.

"Be careful with this stack. Don't let it attack you." "Ha-ha-ha," I deadpan. It's not that Dwight is a bad guy. It's that he's… well, creepy. Weird. Unsettling. Things about him turn me away — normally in revulsion. He wasn't socialized enough as a child or something. He tries to be funny, but he doesn't hit the mark. Ever.

Dwight talked to his friend on the phone for a few more moments, then ended it with a big smile. "Dwight, can I ask you a question?" I asked cautiously. "Of course, Loreine," Dwight said. "Was the friend who called you earlier, someone named Jared Reiner?" I asked again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Dwight's face lit up. "Yes. He's a businessman and I think he's pretty well-known around here. He and I were childhood friends and went to junior high school together, before I moved to Canada."

But he don't feel like fucking someone tonight — no, He mean not just tonight but one week had passed and yet he don't feel the need of fucking someone. "Hey! Clin, gossip!" His friend almost shook him because he was just like an idiot in front of the shot glass he was drinking. "Mother f*cker! Maybe you've been mastrubating, so you're acting like that? There are women in the VIP with a beautiful faces. I'm sure, I'll let you fight tonight," Dwight continued while his hand was aexpert in mixing drinks. Many women are now looking at him— themselves. Maybe he's right. But damn boy! imaged of Hera Lopez biting her lips flashed into his reverie.

The next morning, in the mansion of the Crofts, Dwight sat on the couch sipping slowly on his tea but one could see the eye bags on his face. He was trying very hard to concentrate on the tea and his phone. But the way his eyes darted to the door several times in the past few seconds showed that he was impatiently waiting for someone to walk in through the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Crofts came down the stairs, when she saw Dwight sipping on the tea, it seemed to have irritated her and so, she shouted,

Xavier chuckled. Dwight couldn’t believe that he had remembered his number! Damn! Dude had an impeccable memory…looks like I’ll just have to change my number then! “It’s not safe to talk over the phone, how fast can you be here?” “How fast can you get to the front door?”

"Look up. See who's ahead!" Halsey lifted her gaze and saw Dwight. Dwight was wearing a black outfit, just coming out of a room. He held a cigarette between his fingers and was taking a slow drag. His sharp features and short-cropped hair gave him an air of wildness. Behind him, a few of his lackeys were speaking to him. "Dwight, we've got a guy here who hasn't paid his debts." Several of Dwight's men shoved a middle-aged man to the ground. The man was groveling at Dwight's feet.

Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, I have to go slow. How can I rush it anyway? It’ll happen when it happens. There’s no need to get worked up about it. “But Mr. Lee, you’re not exactly young either. Shouldn’t you be dating someone? Do you want me to introduce someone to you?” Dwight suddenly looked at Kaze with a mischievous grin. “You don’t have to care about my personal life. Worry about yours first.” Kaze felt that Dwight really had a short memory. Just this morning, Dwight had been crying on his knees, and now, he was trying to play matchmaker. He really was a forgetful person, so much so that it was a little unbelievable.