Fat Meme God Novels & Stories

"You did this! You brought them here to finish me off!" "I simply acknowledged the truth," Sophia replied, turning to the cameras with a poised, chilling elegance. "I truly hope Mr. Miller keeps her on. It is vital for the community to see that even those who commit the unthinkable can attempt to earn their bread. After all, at her current minimum wage, it will only take her... roughly four thousand years to settle her debts. It’s a long road, but she has to start somewhere." The news hit the internet instantly, categorized under the headline: The Saint vs. The Scrubber. The contrast was so sharp, so visually arresting, that it became the ultimate meme of the decade—the definitive image of "

"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."

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I got my phone out my purse and went to text Latisha but saw she had already beaten me to it. Latisha: ‘So is Moscow packing?’ I laughed out loud at her text. Harper: ‘Yes definitely’ I pressed send and started to type another message as hers popped up. Jesus Latisha. Latisha: ‘He was good wasn’t he. I know he was good.’ I stepped into the ridiculously huge shower and turned the tap on. Standing back outside, I chuckled to my phone. Harper: ‘I squirted.’ Latisha: ‘Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Oh Harp you need to keep him ;)’

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Her sexy manga lashes had matted together. Her eyes were laced with anger as she looked at the evil god standing before her. “I'll really kill you next time fleshling, don't interfere. The human life has no meaning. When they live all they want, it's best they die when they should.” “Will you try to kill him again?.” “Of course little miss hero, no one escapes from me.” She breaks down in tears. It all made sense, he was an evil creature, that was why most people's fates were so cruel.

“Mrs. Woods, congratulations on your big day! This is a humble gift from the bottom of my heart. It’s not much, only one billion. And the password is six zeros, you can reset it later!” “One…one billion!” Awkward silence suddenly struck the crowd. One billion was not much? It was way too much! This gift was beyond everything! Although the God of War was said to have received a retirement bonus of several hundred billion but was this not too much? This only showed that Fane had a good relationship with Yoseph. “Yoseph Smith, the God of War!”

(fat god) "You have a harem? Well, I don't want to taste secondhand sluts from you porky. That would only sully my royal being. hahaha. And from where did you get courage to think that a fat pig such as you could ever enslave me?" (man) the man then let out phenomenal amounts of soul power.

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.

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