General Grievous Memes Mga Nobela at Kwento

black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

“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.

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

“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:

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

“Yeah, no kidding. It was terrible. I’ve seen better acting in puppy food commercials.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself. “That’s actually why I’m here. The… the memes. The videos. They’re everywhere. My legal team is sending out cease-and-desists, but the accounts popping up… they’re untraceable. They vanish as soon as we find them. It has to be a coordinated attack by a professional. A hacker who wants to shame me. To ruin me.” In my mind, it clicked immediately. Of course. There was only one person tech-savvy enough and petty enough, to pull this off. Peter Grimlow. That weaselly little shit. My arch-nemesis. I’d know his digital fingerprints anywhere.

I ignored every one. Then the messages started pouring in. We're not breaking up. You're just upset. We'll talk when you calm down. Come home. I was about to silence the conversation when another notification appeared. Liam Carter [crying cat] meme I stared at the screen, waiting for him to realize he'd sent it to the wrong person. One minute. Two. Nothing. Instead, another message popped up. I figured you could use this more than I could. Attached was a digital coffee gift card.

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.