La Traicion Meme Novels & Stories

Tristan added. "Dude, approaching a girl is nerve wrecking. I'm with you on that one." Jeremy replied. "Eric.." Sam said out of the blue. "Your turn!" "Woah shit, do I even remember?" He asked making the guys laugh hysterically. They were either too drunk, too high from Sam's blunt or they were just having fun. Truthfully, he would always be embarrassed to tell people where he met Leo. In fact he wouldn't say it at all.

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

he shifts in the bed, the towel falling down around his hips. "Then make me forget about all of this. Make me forget, Trick, please."

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

Wanted to tell him everything. The hospital. The deadline. The contract. The impossible choice waiting on the kitchen table. She imagined the relief of finally sharing the burden. Then she imagined what it would do to him. The guilt. The fear. The helplessness. No. She couldn't. So she lied again. "I'm fine." Ethan stared at her. Long enough that she almost broke. Then he nodded and let it go. The trust in that gesture hurt more than suspicion ever could. Later that night, after he'd gone to bed, Valeria sat alone at the table.

But now it was everywhere. On every blog, every social media platform, every trending hashtag. Thousands of people reposting it with captions of betrayal and shame. “Melissa Brown cheating on Xavier with another man!” “Exclusive photos prove the celebrity isn’t as loyal as we thought.” “Melissa exposed.” My stomach flipped. Rage boiled inside me so hot I thought it might split me open. Louis. Marco. They had gone too far. It wasn’t enough to tear me down, wasn’t enough to keep me away from Melissa—they wanted to destroy her too.

The thought of losing my best friend was unbearable. Romantic feelings were unavoidable, but when directed toward the wrong people, they had to be buried deep inside, never to see the light of day. … My trainees won first place in the competition, and one of them, a rich kid, booked a private room in a high-end club. He bragged about the male escorts there, saying they were super handsome and how he wanted to show us a good time. We all got excited and drank too much. Luckily, when I came out of the bathroom this time, I did not bump into anyone familiar. However, I could not shake this feeling of bitterness.

) “Luna, you’re thinking too loudly.” I startled, lifting my head to look at Dave. He’d tucked his other hand behind his head, propping himself up to watch me. I opened my mouth to apologize and he laughed, shaking his head. He squeezed me a little closer with the hand settled on the small of my back. “That was a joke, Luna. Seriously, though. I told you I would take care of everything. You trust me, don’t you?”