Hash Slinging Slasher Meme Novels & Stories

"Just look at him. First spreading his legs for the boss, then for the clients. I just can't imagine what it's like being as slutty as he is!" "Are all homosexuals just like Brandon? Or is he just one of his kind? Tsk, he's such a shameless slut. He remained loyal and never said a word, even when Mr. Grayson treated him like shit and made him sleep with the clients! He must enjoy it, so he deserves this. Such a slut!" "He's the epitome of what it's like being a bootlicking lapdog." "Doesn't he have any self-respect? Even if he likes the boss that much, he should preserve some dignity!"

The audio caught the sharp crack perfectly. The caption above the video read: “Northbridge Hockey Star Asher Hayes in Wild Party Fight Over Mystery Girl — Then She Slaps Him?!” There were more videos. Different angles. One zoomed in on my face. Another slowed down the slap. The comments were flooding in: ​•​“Who is she?? Asher fighting over a girl is crazy” ​•​“Is this his new girlfriend or what” ​•​“That slap was personal af 😂” My stomach dropped. I took a deep breath of pure frustration, gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white.

He jumped to his feet and shouted, his voice shaking hard. "Fake! They're all fake! Who's framing me? The recordings are fake! The signatures are fake!" No one answered. Beside him, Julianna had already collapsed into her chair, frozen. The Shannon family had gone all out for this wedding. They'd even hired a professional team to livestream it. But through all the chaos, the stream never cut. The comments went nuclear. Hundreds of thousands of people flooded Shannon Corp's official accounts. At the same time, Shannon Corp's stock price nosedived.

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

I hugged Liam and whispered in his ear before pulling away. "Kick his ass for me, bro." He smiled and nodded before swiftly climbing into the cage. I walked over, closer to Jessie's side of the ring, and yelled, "Good luck, Jackass. If Slasher lets you live, then I'll be the one to finish you off the next time I get a go at you." I smirked, and he just stared at me for a while, his face filled with pain before he masked it, shook his arms, and stretched out his neck.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

The raspy voice snapped his fingers. “And maybe… I am talking about the probability here. Maybe… they wish to take Shadow away as soon as she kills her siblings.” The curly-haired flicked his fingers on the paper. “But… her suicide attempt put them off guard.” Wan continued as if they were playing detective games. “Hence, this dumb faces.” The curly-haired guy picked the paper up once again and swung it in the air. On the paper, they managed to capture those werewolves’ faces in case they needed them as a reference. Little did they know that those faces were meme material that they could use on a daily basis.

she said. “No it's okay, it's not like I care. You don't have to apologize for him” I scoffed. “But the slap is blowing up. I mean everyone is making memes of her.” Julia squealed, making Madison smirk. “It is just a matter of time before Veronica finds out.” I grinned. Just by hearing her name Julia's mood turned sore. I grinned at the rest of them and we laughed together. “Is not funny, don't laugh!” She murmured, glaring at us. The evening passed by as we lay tirelessly on our mattress. We were not assigned another task for that day.

and another person tries to high-five me, but I miss because my limbs are still catching up. I turn to Slade, eyes wide. “Why are they cheering?! I nearly died!” “They liked it,” he replies with a shrug. “But I didn’t!” “You smiled while murdering everyone in the track.” “No, that was fear. Fear makes me smile.” He tilts his head. “Cute coping mechanism.” “Oh, shut up, Slade. Wait, did we actually—” I glance toward the track as if expecting someone official to confirm it was all a joke.

I simply stepped aside and he landed on the ground. He stood up fuming in embarrassment and anger and threw a punch at me. This time I didn't dodge, I took the blow on my cheek. Yes, I lost my balance but the impact didn't draw any blood. I clicked my tongue to mock him. Why some men thought that being a male is enough to be powerful? They are delusional.