I Lived Meme Novels & Stories

Lyla I stared at my screen, unblinking. Another message popped up: 'hello?' And then another: 'omg did you mean to go live?' I was frozen in my chair, staring at the screen as more and more messages filtered onto it. Down at the bottom of the screen, where the button to record used to be, was a pulsated dot that read 'live' in colorful letters. My mouth dropped open. Oh god. No. No, no no no.

"Now, everyone, go live on different social media platforms and point the camera at yourself and him! I want the whole world and news stations to have those videos! Make sure to speak and make the live section interesting!" With trembling hands and bodies, they don't dare to decline. His friends are among the first to pull out their phones and go live. "Hi guys, it's your baby, Sophie white, I have something to show you guys. I hope you enjoy the view!" "Hi fans, it's Mikey, your baddest buddy, ever wondered what Adam must have looked like when he found out he was naked? I think I have something to show that! Here you guys go. Enjoy and don't forget to subscribe!"

Clark wasn't on I*******m because he thought it was a waste of time and was for the jobless people who just wanted to flaunt stuff. On the other hand, I was initially quite pleased and flattered to be somewhat popular. Somehow the people had managed to discover my I*******m account because I got over twenty thousand followers liking my silly memes and embarrassing pictures. After all, I was the 'billionaire's girlfriend.'

ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ

‘You’re finally coming back here in the Philippines! Please feature Andrew Lopez on your vlog!’ ‘We can’t wait to see you here in the Philippines Ms. Allison! Looking forward to seeing Andrew Lopez on your vlog!’ ‘Finally! Andrew Lopez on Stellar! Welcome back, Ms. Allison!’ I sighed as I read all their comments on my I*******m live. I look at the camera and gave them my fake smile. It’s been 2 years since I left the country. Many things have happened.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

“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!”

[Which fool has lost his mind to buy this kind of meat for one hundred million dollars per 1.1 pounds?] The one who posted such a statement clearly did not see the professionals’ analyses in Michelle’s live streaming channel before and did not know this kind of immortal demon meat could cure cancers. Moreover, it could prolong one’s life. Soon, those who raised doubts in Michelle’s live streaming channel received a slap in the face. Andrius spammed virtual gifts in the live streaming channel.

i KnEw iT! "Guys, I'm so done with the four of you. Just make sure that you win, 'kay?" I gave up. I lost it when he said Levi Spinner. The meme song of Levi being a fidget spinner because of how fast he kills the titans just killed me. The meme, this is too much! Please, send help! "PLAYERS! THE TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES! THOSE WHO ARE NOT PARTICIPATING, MAKE YOUR WAY INTO THE WAITING AREA!"

Unless, those students who saw us spread rumor about us. “Chayim’s new I* story.” I turn to her when she spoke. She waved her phone on me. My eyes widen as I snatch her phone from her hands. It was Chayim’s I* story, posted an hour ago. Even though the picture was blurred, I can still recognize it. It’s a blurred picture of mine holding a phone in front of my sundae. My hair is covering my face, but I can clearly say that it’s me. “Goodness gracious,” I mumbled.