Life When Meme Novels & Stories

Chapter 54 Annalisa If there was one thing about the internet, it was that it never forgets. Like, ‘never ever’ forgets. You could sneeze in public, and ten minutes later, there would be a skit remix of it going viral with the caption, “Bless you, queen.” So yeah, my little “I’m married” moment on the livestream? That had the world laughing their asses out.

I finally Admitted to my doctor the bestest excuse that one could come up with in this type of situation. Yep! I Told them I lost my memories... Fucking Intelligent, right! Yes! I finally Accepted that My life's become a Joke! Wonderful... I Am Medusa D'Cruz Now! "What are you thinking about So hard?" asked Sebastian in his dead panned, deep voice... Ooohhhhh.... As i decided to finally accept the Joke which has become my life i started being happy that atleast I'm still alive.. Yes! At least I Am not dead!

The President’s granddaughter. The room changed again. Because this was no theory now. No guess. No reflection in a car door. No abstract trail. One of the missing teenagers had sent a message. And she had done it in plain sight. Alex looked up at me, eyes bright with triumph. “I told you memes work.” I crouched and took his face in my hands. “You brilliant boy.” Then I stood and turned back to the screens. My voice came out cold and clear. “They’re alive.”

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

(with a crying meme attached) “All the love and money seem to go to the people who already have it.” “If you can’t fit into the circle, don’t force it. Sincerely, my phone.” “In my next life, I’d like this kind of story too.” “The turning point in life is amniotic fluid.” “This is what real cyberbullying looks like!” “Miss, do you need a loyal dog?” “Oh my god, she’s stunning. What a goddess! I need to have a word with the creator.”

" And then she offered me her hand. In my previous life, I would give her a huge tip. But now, there would be nothing. I shouted, "What do you mean by reaching out your hand? "Want money?" Lilia looked at me in amazement. I sneered. I added, "Be careful. I can chop your old paw off. "You don't know what you do for a living? Cooking is one of your jobs. "How dare you!" Lilia's face darkened. "Oh, Mr. Dickerson, I'm sorry. I'll do my job carefully, and I won't dare to ask for tips again."

After leaving the study, I saw Violet Sterling. She sat among the crowd in an elegant long gown, but her gaze kept drifting toward the door. When her best friend, Kayla Whitmore, spotted me, she quickly nudged her arm. "Your lapdog—oh, I mean your devoted admirer is here." "Why are you here? What do you want?" Violet glanced at me with clear disappointment in her voice. In my previous life, I would've immediately rushed to her side to comfort her. But the image of that truck charging straight toward me was still burned into my mind, so I replied coldly, "It's my birthday banquet. Why wouldn't I be here?"

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Edward collapsed on the spot in rage, and after that, there was no stopping her. One year later, my short-video platform had cleared the 100-million-user mark, so I rode the wave and rolled out livestream shopping. Capital rushed in the second they saw the potential, everyone scrambling for a slice. The factories and agricultural lines I worked with started booming on live streams. Even tourism changed as short videos took off. People stopped packing into big cities and started chasing trips out in nature instead. Around then, the vacation real estate project Jerome and Rosalie were running together blew up in their faces.