Ghosted Meme Novels & Stories

that would be iconic I stared at their messages for a long time. These girls who made me laugh. Who sent me memes and checked in on me and didn't know. Couldn't know. Because if they knew, everything would change, and I couldn't let everything change. Not right now. Not when I was this close to having something that looked like a plan. They would give me pity, I don't want to be pitied. I typed back: Me: it's not haunted. unfortunately. the gardens are actually really nice though

I asked you a question earlier. My eyes narrowed at the screen. Ghost? What kind of name was that? This couldn't be a spam message, they'd mentioned Remi, my late best friend. It can only mean that this Ghost knows me or at least knew who Remi was. A shiver ran down my spine as I began typing Me: I'm not sure what you're talking about, what do you mean by I betrayed my late best friend and took what was hers? Who are you and what do you know about my late best friend?

She was still very much surprised he had replied. “I'm really surprised you replied.” She typed and sent. Two minutes later, there was no response. She waited for five minutes and there was still no reply. Ten minutes passed, he was online but there was no reply. She dropped her phone as her mood saddened. When she thought she could chat with him, he ghosted her text.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

[“Good luck with that.” Cassie suddenly sat up again, her tone flipping to mock-serious. [“Okay, but for real—don’t think we’re letting you off the hook, Mica. You’ve been ghosting us!”] Mica groaned. [“I didn’t ghost you.”] [“Yeah, right.”] Cassie shot back. [“You practically disappeared from the face of the earth!”] she accused, crossing her arms. Mica sighed, rubbing her temples. [“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I’ve just been… busy.”]

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.

Typical. Days went by fast and school resumed. Mia checked her phone again. Four days. Four days since she sent that first message, and then three more after it. Mia: We need to talk. Mia: You can’t just ghost me after everything. Mia: Ethan please. No replies. Nothing. She shoved the phone in her pocket and went downstairs. Her dad was rinsing his coffee mug. Mom leaned against the counter. “You’re really going in today?” Mom asked.

I should've learned not to do that anymore, it never works well for me. Today is just another day, life is passing, i haven't been sleeping, i don't know what a good night sleep is anymore. I sleep alone now, there's no Leo or Ace or anyone else anymore... I live alone, just me, myself and I. What a great life, I'm rumbling but it's the best i could do these days, tomorrow is my birthday, yeyyy one more year of my miserable life have passed. Mathew and Ace are throwing me a party, i asked them not to, i told them i don't want any. But they insisted, they promised me that Ghost won't be there, It'll be just us.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

Ghosted The next day I woke up feeling a little bit better, I took up my phone to check what time it is and I saw 7 missed calls from Julian, I totally forgot to call her back yesterday. I dialed her number, it rang and after a few seconds, she picked up, before I could say 'hello’ she spoke. “No ma’am, you do not get to do that, you do not get to ghost me like that” she said angrily I wanted to explain myself but she cut me off