Heroes Of Olympus Memes Novels & Stories

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

“Who do you think you’re looking down on! It’s just a mobile game—let’s play!” Yvonne timidly raised her hand. “I’m okay, but I can only play a mage. Is that fine?” Goselle looked a bit smug. “Hehe, I’m versatile! You pick first!” I was surprised. “Wow, Goselle, you actually play games!” “Hehe, I have to keep up with the younger generation. If I don’t understand some gaming memes online, I can’t sleep. So I just learned to play.” Everyone understood—Goselle, as a comedian, couldn’t afford to miss jokes or memes, especially now that Honor of Kings was so popular and often mentioned on shows.

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.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

My blood was boiling in rage when Noah showed no shame in sharing that meme throughout the high school and it bombarded hell lots of reactions and comments on the post in just the 5 minutes I had given to Dash and as usual he never failed me. “Dude, its Caroline" he messaged me with the accounts creator details and it wasn’t at all a surprise for me to see her name. Her arrival itself was a shock and after knowing her real face, all these things were more sympathetic shits I felt towards her helplessness than shocks. Once I got the confrontation, I didn’t wait anymore and stormed out of the class to Zoe and Caroline’s class. Mike had woken up from his sleep and saw the meme, he was enraged l

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

“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!”

“Because they’re assholes with no lives. Don’t read it anymore." But I couldn’t stop, I refreshed my feed wanting to see more, both sides were debating about us. One side posted: “They’ve been through hell. Let them be happy, leave them alone.” Replies: “Hell they caused it for themselves, she's a old hag preying on younger rich guys.” Age shaming jokes were everywhere, me being older and Xander the “poor naive kid.” Cassandra’s name was trending too: “Justice for Cassandra! She warned us about Olivia.”