Forehead Vein Meme Novels & Stories

He looks like a trying hard doing that. "I thought pouting is cute?" He blabbing pouting again. "Haha who said that? Idiot." "I read that on the news feed of a famous social media. It says, guys who did that usually gets women's attention." He explained more. "Hahaha and you believe that? Gosh Ace, you are old enough to know that it was a meme or a preference of some woman but not all." "Yeah I know dzuh." He flipped his keys and opened the door of his room.

Heartbeat thumping loud and strong. The baby flips, tiny hand raised like it’s waving. Or flipping the camera off. The chat explodes. 20 million viewers watch my baby give the middle finger to the world. I smile (small and sharp). “There’s your sympathy.” I end the live. The internet loses its mind. #BabyFlipOff trends worldwide in minutes. Memes flood in, the ultrasound with clown makeup on Amara’s face, the baby with sunglasses and a crown. Amara’s podcast clip is ratioed to hell. Her mentions are a war zone.

He is the standard. I nearly puked upon typing that last reply. I’m sure that man will tease me to hell once he sees this comment section. I went to twitr and saw that Jupiter’s name was on the trending list again with over five thousand tweets. I read every tweets and laugh about it. All are positive and appreciation posts! Some edited his face and made a meme about it! They were hilarious as hell! I was busy scrolling down my news feed when I heard a knock on my door. Jupiter peeked through the glass window and I laughed before opening the door for him.

POV: Blended (Ave + Blake) --- Ave — Monday Morning, Madness Incoming The week after the pitch win was chaos. Crescent Hill’s school blog ran a feature with their photo on the homepage. The headline: > “Enemies to Engineers? Team Imani–Monroe Takes the Lead.” By second period, Ave had already been tagged in three memes, two edits, and one TikTok mashup featuring Blake’s smirk slowed down with sparkles and the caption: “That’s the face of a man down bad.”

I said. Ian pulled me by my arm and gave a tight slap on my face. For a few seconds I was not able to hear anything. All I heard was a ring. I looked at Ian. I searched in his face for even a slightest trace of regret. I thought that maybe it was a mistake, maybe he will say that he is sorry. but no... He said nothing. He was looking at me with his eyes that were red with anger. I knew that some of the guys from the crowd shot the video. I knew that I was going to become a meme.

Shit, it's just like me to injure my brother before his wedding. "Sorry," I called out, running inside to fetch a bag of frozen mixed veg. He cringed slightly when I placed the iced bag to his forehead. I muffled my chuckle at his low pain tolerance. "I don't think it's going to leave a bump. Don't worry." He didn't reply. His fingers were still tapping against the car. He looked up at me with his big brown eyes and bushy eyebrows. It was the same look he gave me when we hid under our ma's bed. It was the same look that said: I need help.

The veins in my forehead pop out, and I feel blood rush to my face. What the fuck is that?? A loud cry tears through the forest as the pain worsens. Saliva mixed with tears slaps onto the sand near where I’m gripping it like my life depends on it—because it truly does. And for the next five minutes, that’s all I feel. Are these pains mine or Landon’s?? My tear-stained eyes snap up. Landon! I need to get to my mate. What if he’s in trouble? I wipe my face with my bloody, sandy hands to see clearly before trying to get up. With a groan, I manage it.

Why does that sound so familiar? Another headache comes on, causing me to double over. A quick flash of sky-blue eyes and a big smile. As quickly as the image pops into my mind, it disappears. “Fuck, Sage! Are you okay?” Vera yells as her grip on my other arm tightens. I take a few deep breaths and nod my head. “Yea. Um. I have been getting these headaches. I think it’s memories trying to come back to me. I saw some guy's face.” I massage my head as I stand back up.

**Sophia:** THE FOREHEAD THING **Marcus (my brother):** I saw the forehead thing **Elijah:** I have the forehead thing on a separate tab **Adrian:** Adria when you are out of the hospital and recovered and ready to talk we are going to need to talk **Sophia:** about a lot of things **Elijah:** specifically the forehead thing **Me:** Please stop saying forehead thing. **Sophia:** THE FOREHEAD THING **Me:** I'm fine. Ankle sprain. Going home soon.

“Perhaps.” “Maybe, you ought to—” “Hmm?” “—ought to... ought to—” Confused, Laura opened her eyes, only to be met by the white of Frederick’s glares. There was still the sight of the gold and red she’d seen on the surface of his orbs earlier, but most of it was covered by a milky sheet. The most horrifying of all, though, was the purple, bulgy veins tracking their way all over his face, making him look like he was about to explode.