Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

I powered on my phone, and notifications instantly flooded the screen like a tidal wave. They were all from Matteo. Dozens of WhatsApp messages, over a dozen missed calls, and a string of texts. I didn't reply to a single one. Instead, I opened the forum post again. The latest update had been posted an hour ago. All of his previous entries had been completely wiped clean, replaced by just a few brief lines. "Today is our one-year anniversary, and she broke up with me. I have no idea where she went. She's completely ghosting my calls. I don't know what kind of tantrum she's throwing.

Giselle decided to browse through the person's homepage, figuring that someone that wealthy might have relationship problems she could help with The homepage was empty, with not a single post to be seen. Giselle's account was also the only account this person was following. The IP address under the display name was not a local one. Giselle replied to his messages with a single question mark. The older messages in the chat were all meme stickers. Giselle did not read it from the beginning. Naturally, this meant that she missed the earlier messages and read only the newest ones. Heart4gi: "Good night." Giselle was baffled. The reason he blitzed her with texts was all just to send her a goodnig

I stepped back, already contented with the little that I had said. Later that same night, I sat nervously in my apartment, my eyes glued to my phoneas I stared crazily at it like a teenager dying to get a reply from a crush who never knew about his existence. But there was no reply, nothing. No texts at all. No calls to confirm she had seen it. At least, common meme from Mason would have helped in setting my heart at rest, but none of that happened. I opened I*******m for messages, there was none.

Dante's POV I'd actually stepped out to use the restroom when I was heading down the hallway and my phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and checked the message. It was DirtyLink. The message had come from JJ. I couldn’t believe he actually ghosted me for one week straight, and now he was suddenly chatting me again, saying he almost died. I almost didn’t want to reply to him. I didn’t even know why I was annoyed.

“Slowly better but not better enough for me to talk about the past. I honestly think everyone is hiding information from me. Some things are just not adding up” Maddie nodded in thoughtfulness as she continued painting her toes, her eyes darting between what she was doing and Gemma’s pinched face. Gemma jumped slightly when she received a w******p message, laughing as she picked up her phone Hey bbz (Kissing emoji) Hi U ok? (blowing kiss emoji) Aye Aye, wuu2? @ Madz 4 Sleepover, u? Ah right. Funny it’s ok for u to go there but not with me?

I picked my phone expecting it to be a controlling message from Killian, but it turned out to be someone I never expected to get a message from. It was a message from an old friend, Mason, it's been upto a year since I last heard from him. He suddenly ghosted everyone and went MIA like Killian, without a trace. No one knows why he did that and I have no business with the Vampire community in order to ask of him. I curiously clicked on his text as I gulped nervously. Reading the first line of the text, I hissed loudly and rolled my eyes. "Hey! Paisley, it's Mason, I am sorry for keeping you ghosted for this long but I'm back anyways… But I need your help with some daylight errands"

I’ve seen him in the training grounds but he’s damn good at what he does so he never needed any one-to-one training. "Thanks, Ghost.” Gideon mutters, I don’t mean to laugh but that's exactly what happens. Ghost has to be one of the whitest men I’ve ever seen; his hair is practically white and his eyes have a sort of redness to them that can’t be natural so I can see why his momma called him Ghost but it's still a weird name. “It's a funnier name if you know that my momma has skin like sweet caramel sauce and my pops was blacker than the fuckin’ night sky.” Ghost smirks at me, he’s not offended by my laughing, which means he can take a joke.

He wasn't just pointing it out, he was fixing it. New lines of elegant, streamlined code appeared, rewriting my messy patch into something sleek and perfect. > Ghost_User: Fixed. You're welcome. > S_Lancaster: Why help me? You want Daniel to fail. > Ghost_User: I want Daniel to fail. I want YOU to be brilliant. The cursor paused for a moment. > Ghost_User: I have to go. I have a company to run. Try not to think about me too much, Sophia. I know how distracted you get when you're wet.

I call him predictable. I pull out my phone and type a quick text. Me: 'Where are you? Been waiting ten minutes. It's about to rain'. I wait. Three dots don't appear. Nothing. Of course. I scroll up to our last conversation. Three days ago. He sent me a meme about medical school burnout. I sent back a picture of my half-eaten sandwich. Normal sibling stuff. Now he's ghosting me when I need a ride. Typical. I call him. It rings once. Twice. Then....

“Perfect.” She opens a new account on a platform—no name, no photo. It's just a black square. Caption: > Sometimes devils wear suits. She uploads the ten‑second clip. We stare at the screen while it processes. “This is stupid,” I whisper. “This is iconic,” Mia counters. The post goes live. Nothing happens. Of course, nothing happens. It’s ten seconds on a ghost account in a sea of noise. “We can delete it,” I say. “If it feels wrong. We can—”