Edgar Cut Meme Novels & Stories

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

"He hands me a few million at a time. Who would you pick?" "So what if it's been three years? You can't eat feelings." Clearly, the baby wasn't Dad's. That recording cost me half a million. It took less than twenty minutes to go from upload to detonation. Shares climbed by the hundreds every second. People cut remix memes mocking Dad. Someone dropped the audio link under Vivian's crying video with a single word: Receipts. I lounged on the couch, refreshing the live numbers and sharing the internet's wildest takes with Mom.

Keegan read Stella's message and replied in a serious manner. Aldor took a peek, and the edge of his eyes twitched. Keegan replied, [Did you get rid of the mole on your foot?] Aldor's eyelid twitched even more as he quickly grabbed Keegan's hand which was about to hit the send button. "Mr. Kane, that's not Madam's foot." Keegan paused and glanced at him. "How can you tell?" Aldor immediately explained himself. "This picture went viral a while ago, and a user turned it into a WhatsApp sticker."

Behind him, gift piles to the ceiling; backdrop screamed old money. "A trillion-plus in shares!" Edgar yanked at his tie, eyes gone feral, barking laughs. "Well played." "Ha ha ha~" His wild cackles echoed off the walls.

He said and I smiled widely at him, wondering if my husband was manipulating him. "My name is Mr. Joshua; people call me Josh for short; I’m the co-founder of ED Company; nice to meet you." He said this while extending his hand to me, and I took his hand and shook it. "Mr. Joshua, I'm sorry for asking, but what's the meaning of ED?" I stated unequivocally. "ED is an abbreviation for Eliminate Demons," he explained, and I gasped. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Our goal is to capture demons and destroy them; they don’t belong on earth." He said making me clench my fist.

Adele~ Arriving at Sapphire Bistro, the first thing I was given wasn't the hug I expected, but a free trip to Trendle. Reading the brutal comments, I didn't know whether to join in the laughter or cry. It was common knowledge that Trendle had the most destructive, savage, unforgiving humor online. If you trended there, it was either because you’d done something extraordinary or embarrassingly tragic. Unfortunately for Ryan, it was both. I scrolled, blinking back a mix of disbelief and amusement as meme after meme filled my screen. One had Ryan’s face edited onto a mop with the caption: “When your ex sweeps the industry while you sweep floors.”

But then he is obstructed by Kumo who punches him instantly. Zero damage! Edward is still standing before him. The only thing he has done is relax his jaw before throwing Kumo out of the window. Wow!! So many things happened at once and none of them in the room even noticed. As if a meme video was rolled before their eyes and they watched it and then….finished. Should they clap now or laugh?!

“You’re fucking retiring.” The three younger men at the front all looked at each other. The elder Edgington just raised a brow. “You’re eloquent as always, Walker. I fucking am.” “Son of a bitch!” “You’re serious?” Cutter asked. “Yes.” Beside her, Zy stiffened. “Effective when? I just got here.” “Are you shutting down?” Josiah asked. “Or selling out?” One-Mile sneered.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

Edgar was by my side in seconds. He blocked the dirty looking fool’s attack, and then in one swift move, took off his hand clean, the wolf growled in pain, but didn't give up. “Death to his majesty!” He ran towards Edgar. Edgar’s eyes glinted a bright yellow, and then he swung, decapitating the wolf. The Wolf that was beneath my feet writhed then began to laugh. “Doom is coming for you and your traitor king.” He laughed, and then before I could stop him took a dagger from nowhere and stabbed himself in the neck…