Isiah Pacheco Meme Novels & Stories

Kelechi couldn't even land a single punch or kick on her, just the slap from him to her that started the fight. It was a popular meme for students in my school on social media, that session. One of the memes had a picture of Tobi's hand exactly at Kelechi's jaw with the caption, "Kelechized" and below the picture was written, "Total Tobility". Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online

I look like the discount version of myself. Perfect for tonight. My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most. Bogotá & the Idiots. Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick, Tessa with tear-streaked cheeks, Emmett behind them flipping off the camera. Accurate. My last message is still from yesterday. KR: [still alive. stop planning my funeral.] Their replies sit underneath it, lined up like a coordinated attack. ISABELLA: [YOU’RE INSANE]

Following Lucho into the tea room, Isaac went straight to the point, "Go ahead. What exactly are you going to tell me?" Staring at Isaac's indifferent face, Lucho wished that he could rush forward and beat him severely. He took two deep breaths and said with a fake smile, "Myesha likes you. You should know about it, right?" Isaac froze for a second and then said apathetically, "Do you know what you're talking about? She's my sister-in-law." Lucho flew into a rage instantly, "But your sister-in-law likes you!" Isaac sighed helplessly, "It has nothing to do with me."

So sure enough, I keep walking, until I’m able to peer around a corner to see what’s going on down here. I’ve ended up in some kind of basement, the space small, but it’s obvious it’s someone’s personal space, with their belongings strung about, including some articles of clothing. In the centre of the room, is Isaiah, utterly shirtless, punching a sort of makeshift contraption lined with padding, that looks an awful lot like a replica of a human body. For a moment, I’m convinced he’s dreaming. He looks beautiful, sweat glistening across his half-naked, muscles shifting magnificently with every strike he makes against the strange padded figure. His punches are aggressive also, filled with un

Leo said, still smirking hard. “Cut the crap Leo” Ismael demanded, turning away from Leo as he pulled his hands off his facez watching Leo exhale a breath he never noticed he held in “why are you here ?“ Ismael asked, folding his face in order to creat a mean lookz which really never seemed to faze Leo.

Dixie said. “Uh-huh.” Isaac chuckled. “And I watch porn hub for the articles.” There was a light ripple of nervous laughter around the room. “Brother, I think you’re on the wrong website if you’re getting articles.” Isiah told him with a grin. “Are these how to articles?” Israel teased. “Anything our wife wants you to work on?” “Please, for the love of God, do not answer that.” Law pleaded. There was another round of laughter and the tension seemed to lessen in the room.

“I’d read the fuck out of that book.” She smiles, poking me in the cheek obnoxiously. “No one wants to hear about your gross kinks, Diego.” “Don’t kink shame him,” Isaiah says, and we both give him a surprised look. “I mean,” he looks between us, “I know you’re just messing around, but just, in case you’re into…” “Maiming and murder?” I supply with a smile. He rolls his eyes. “Remind me never to support you ever again.”

*werewolf emoji* Isabella and Zira: Stop flexing. Isaiah: What! Isabella: That power could’ve been mine, but I turned it down just for you. Remember that, bro. Isaiah: You won’t let me forget. Isabella: Damn straight. Anyway, your presence around her is toxic right now, bro. So it’s best if you keep your distance. I watched Isaiah’s chat bubbles on the screen before they disappeared. I wonder what he was going to say to that. After a minute or so, I decided to say something.

I conceal the hickeys that the stupid Enigma had left on visible areas before taking a final look at myself. I get the smell of something akin to pancakes as soon as I am out of my room. I quickly go to the kitchen, only to freeze in the doorway. Isleen is having pancakes and Isaac is standing near the stove, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that definitely doesn’t look like his. “Mom,” Isleen chirps, breaking my trance. My gaze flickers to her as she gives me a toothy smile. “He makes delicious pancakes.” Isaac turns to look at me, a small smile on his lips. I am too confused to even question this turn of events.

Fuck? "Totoo yan buds and her youngest son is just 16," hindi makapaniwalang sabi ni Isaac at sumandal sa sofa, "and you buds," hindi niya agad tinapos ang sinabi niya at napapailing na lang, "you screwed a 16-year old guy and your soon to be step-son."