Guess Who's Back Meme Novels & Stories

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😝 And this is me slowly killing you guys 😂 Honestly speaking, I wasn't really planning to upload anything right now since I simply want to thank you guys and inform you that I'm back, but since I love you guys, I wrote this 😊 SEE YOU SOON MY LOVELY CRAZEEPS! Remember, crazy is the new awesome 😎

Sorry for the typo Enjoy reading Back To You - Selena Gomez 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 "You again! Not getting bored, huh! How many times do I have to tell you?"

I was leaving for good. Before I could finish packing, my phone rang. A familiar name lit up the screen—Ethan. In my past life, he'd called me then, too. And at that time, I'd waited the entire night for him, just like a fool. He did come home eventually, only to say, "Sorry, something came up." And he brought with him a mango cake—one filled with lies. I took a deep breath and answered the call. "Ellie? Weren't you waiting for me at the bridal shop?" His voice was as gentle as ever.

"You think you're some kind of prize? A used trash like you? Disgusting." I continued, "This is just the beginning, Albert. Everything I gave you? I'm taking it all back, little by little." His phone rang. He answered the call, and his face drained of color. "What! The Roosevelts cut my funding?"

I inquired also. "Yeah, I did that already too," he cleared his throat. "Guess what?" I sighed. "You know I am not good at playing guessing games. What is it, Richard?" "She's back." I sat up in my chair and narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Who? Who is back?" "Sabrina is back, Richard, and this time around, she is back for good."

My pulse quickened. "What are you saying?" He looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm saying..." "...someone walked back into this building today..." "...and returned the evidence." The realization hit me like ice water. Whoever had framed me... Wasn't finished yet. They were still watching us.

From the family's old acquaintances to the group of undeserving people who received 100 thousand dollars, everyone had arrived. Richard, the bully who had broken my leg, stood there in an ill-fitting suit, looking smug. "100 thousand dollars, huh? You really made it big, Salmonella. Let's keep in touch, okay?" The others who had tormented me for years chimed in. "Exactly. Didn't expect your family to be this rich. Well, we won't ask for much. Just wire us ten thousand dollars each month." "And if you don't, you're asking for it."

A ramp extended to the beach. A man walked down. Tall. Thin. His face was hidden behind a mask. "Kai," the man said. "It's been a long time." "I'm back," Kai said. His voice was steady. "I brought a gift." He pushed Wren forward. The man looked at her. "The little spy. We thought you were dead." "Almost," Wren said. "The Queen doesn't trust me anymore. I have nowhere else to go." The man laughed. "Nowhere else but the Council. How sad."

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.