Novel & Cerita I Cast Meme

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Taylor's POV The morning after the gala tasted like lightning. My phone, which I’d finally turned back on, was a live wire. Notifications screamed. Headlines blared. #PantsuitPower was trending alongside #SterlingScandal. Clips of me in my conference suit telling Eleanor Sterling her money wasn’t welcome had more views than last season’s championship highlights. Kiera video-called, her face filling my screen like a proud battle commander. “You’re a meme, babe. A glorious, unapologetic meme. They’re calling you the ‘Anti-Cinderella.’”

Chapter 4. Lucan Cyrus POV. It’s been three days. Three fucking days since I stumbled on this picture on I*, and I haven’t been able to get over the beauty of it. I was strolling past the streets of I*******m with the only intention to check on the progress of our media page. This wasn't something I often do, but I was curious. As curiosity so have it…I happened to stumble across this hot picture of someone I remember too well. How couldn’t I?

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

“You’re doing the right thing,” Cassie said as the makeup artist brushed a final layer of powder on Peyton’s face. Peyton didn’t agree with Cassie’s assessment. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Cassie planted her hands on her hips and glared at Peyton. “I am in PR, remember?” Cassie said. “You need to nip this in the bud before it gets any worse. You’re already a meme for god’s sake.”

Lyra I return to my desk. I open I*******m. My DMs are flooded. Messages of support. Insults. Hideous edits with my blurred photo and vicious captions. People asking me "why I messed everything up," as if the collapse were mine alone. And then, I come across a post from Cassandre, that woman wants to drive me crazy. "There are things women must say when no one is listening. I am not a jealous woman. I am a fiancée. And I refuse to be trampled on with a smile. The facts will speak for themselves."

i bet he is sad asf #camnicisreal #camnic5ever @taylorfixme i'm two minutes away from punching u right in the face through my phone #onlyifitwerepossible @camerontaylornotswift Let's see how long she lasts!!! i mean she does seem tuff asf, but people often break under glitz and glamour and fame. it is not seriously for everyone. dhjsjs hope she lasts (not!) @taylorscissorsiykwim BUUUUT LMFAO ya all be talking like u all are celebrities and millionaires?? LMFAOOO im laughin so hard like???

I smiled coyly. “Great.” he said “You wont regret it kitten. I will pick you up around nine.” I called Santana as soon as I left work and told her I needed to come by. Santana is what she calls a fashionista. Her closet is bigger than my bedroom and she loves to give me makeovers. I desperately needed her help if I was going to impress Kassius tonight.

😹😹😹😹😹😹 Follow my social media too. @tarmah__ on Ig @tarmah___ on tiktok Okay bye...

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.”