General Grievous Memes Novels & Stories

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

“No, boss, I haven’t.” “Let’s check how Morgan is doing now,” I snicker.We enter into the living room and I settle down on the couch folding my legs under me while Gabe picks the single sofa on the side. I open my bag and rummage through until I find my phone. Then I enter my social media account and the entire scandal is still blazing hot. I laugh . “This is such a goated move… memes are now being made with his blurry naked shots and they are hilarious.” “Boss, is it still blazing?”

“It’s bad.” “I know.” “Like really bad. People are…” Lila stopped. “Everyone’s talking about it. The videos are everywhere.” “There are memes,” Harper said quietly. Lila sat back down on the couch, pulled out her phone. “It’s everywhere. Someone made a compilation video of you throwing Ethan set to like, WWE entrance music.” Elena sank into a chair. “How many people have seen it?” “The original video? Maybe fifty thousand by now. The memes are worse.” Lila’s face was grim. “I’m sorry, Elena. We tried reporting them but…”

They were giving me a weird dirty look that made me feel extremely uncomfortable. Equally confused, I turned to look at the screen to figure out what the problem could be only to see the unimaginable. A gasp filled my throat as I stared in shock at the content displayed on the screen. Instead of the commercial data I had assembled while preparing for this presentation, I was seeing sex memes and p**n adverts.

"Nothing on that screen can hurt me more than losing my child." He went quiet, staring at me. I held out my hand. "Give me the phone. I need to see." Reluctantly, he pulled it from his pocket and passed it over. I held down the power button. The moment it booted up, notifications flooded the screen in a sickening barrage, hundreds of texts, tags, and missed calls. I skipped them all and opened the university forum. My name was pinned at the top. The video from Devon's party had been sliced up, edited into memes, slow-mo clips, and cruel GIFs.

“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!

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

"Sorry, I just think memories are too precious to forget. You should hold it to your heart." "And I think you should hold your tongue. The last bloody thing I want is your mushy opinion on my personal matters. Henceforth, you better keep your thoughts to yourself." That was surely hurt, after sharing a moment of friendliness, like suddenly being squirted with a gush of cold water after bathing in the warm sunlight. "I know it right from the start, I forewarned you it's better if I don't talk to you." "Silent."

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.