Hawks Memes Novels & Stories

Riley added, swinging her legs off the bed, “I meant what I said last night. About the palate cleanser.” “We are not having that conversation again.” “We are absolutely having that conversation again, because Marcus Callahan just followed you on I*******m and commented a fire emoji at midnight, which means the universe is offering you an off-ramp and you’re sitting on the highway staring at the guardrail.” “Marcus is Chase’s roommate.” “Marcus is a hot college hockey player who is not your stepbrother. That’s the relevant data point.” “The relevant data point is that Marcus is off-limits. I used to hate hockey jocks and the culture. I can date anyone else. Like Ethan. I can hook up with some

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had been sniffing about in the area and wondered if they were just passing through. Gunner had recalled running into them a while back, he had not liked the look of the group who had apparently taken on another chapter during their expansion runs. The Howler M.C. and The Alpha Dog M.C. had been more or less even in terms of their true nature. Jake Gladstone was the club president and like Brick, he had wanted to break away from the more traditional wolfpack way of living. He gathered his own band of rabble-rousers and took off for longer sunsets and an endless trail much as Brick did but he was of a different sort given to high terrorism for sport despite those he had in his company not know

He was wearing a white T-shirt with a black FG printed symbol on the left chest, black jeans, and a black hi-top sneaker that he bought last week to prepare for his first day of school after last semester. It was his older brother that he pitted a while ago. He was standing with his hands joined in front and head down, not daring to look in the eyes of the elder. The tension was pretty chilling between the father and older son, though nobody was talking. Even the servant standing behind them looked tensed.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I had best clean this up before finally packing my bags. Hi, I'm sure you must be wondering who I am. Well my name is Vera Freeman which is ironical since everywhere I've gone I've been found in chains, chains that I can't seem to break out from. You must have guessed right, those people aren't my real family. If they are, my dad wouldn't try to rape me or my mom would never send me out of the house. At least I think they wouldn't. The truth is, I don't remember them. I remember nothing from my past, no matter how hard I tried.

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

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Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.