Enola Holmes Memes Novels & Stories

DON'T MAKE HIM SHY. Cereal_killer ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... Noah's_soulmate ... I_love_my_mommy SINCE, EVERYONE IS DOING IT ... Yes_you_suck THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE! NOAH, IS THIS THE TRUTH?! Noah's_soulmate GUYS, STOP -_- Will_the_devil OH, I CAN TESTIFY. IT'S THE TRUTH. POOR ALICE WAS ONCE WHINING ABOUT IT TO ME.

On the small hologram screen, Enola saw someone’s face—smiling slyly at the camera, aware that it was still alive. Adrian Cassel. He gave a small wave to the camera before destroying it. Enola stood rigid. Her eyes completely transformed into those of a queen of hell. Damian called just as the video stopped. “Enola... what’s wrong?” Enola stared at her phone screen, her voice very calm... but filled with murderous rage. “Damian,” she said. “Adrian just attacked the Elysian project.” Damian closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “I’m coming.”

Comment sections were filled with thousands chanting Justice for Tessa while calling her the pick me girl. Everywhere she looked, Tessa’s face was plastered. Tessa smiling, Tessa crying in the hospital bed, Tessa trending. And Chloe? Chloe was being mocked, insulted, turned into a meme. She clenched her fists so hard her manicured nails dug into her palms.

Enola couldn’t hold it back again, not to the extent of being called a whore. “See who’s calling someone a whore, a snatcher like you prowling round looking for dicks”, she bounced back as her own anger raged. With anger and resentment, she collected Ekaris phone as it was very obvious that the lady Bruno made out with was Michelle because she wore the same dress as it was in the video. “Ok, let’s put an end to all this shit, you guys should come and see for yourself”, she said as she started playing the video.

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

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?”

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Enola mumbled after she had realised what she did. "You are just one stupid soul I'm not ready to lose. If not senselessness, how would you not know that you stupid screams could put us in trouble, specifically me," she groaned. Enola chuckled lightly, pulling her to sit down. "Tell me, did you guys get there?" She grinned naughtily. "Get where?" Naya asked pretending not to understand what she meant. "There, Naya. You both explore each other right?" She grinned. "You naughty girl," Naya blushed hitting the pillow at her.