Marvin Harrison Jr Meme Novels & Stories

My stomach lurched at the sight of him. ‘Breathe.’ I nudged myself. I moved toward him, steady and professional, folder tucked to my chest. He spotted me, and his smile became ugly. “Well, look who is here.” His voice lifted, deliberately loud. “Everybody, check this out!” Heads turned. Conversations paused. My skin prickled. “This is my ex,” Harrison announced like a party trick. “The one who I dumped, then she married a homeless man. How’s life, Evelyn? Still pretending he’s someone?”

he murmured, placing a hand over his heart in a dramatic, hollow gesture. The conversation around the rest of the table roared back to life, allowing Harrison to mutter a very distinct “piss off” that thankfully missed Grandma Stanton’s ears. Only Preston—sitting a few chairs down—was watching us with wide, entertained eyes. “I think your spirit will survive the night,” I replied, keeping my fake smile perfectly pinned in place. Under the table, I could feel Harrison mentally cheering. He was clearly floored that I wasn't falling for his brother’s legendary charm. If we weren't sworn enemies, he might have actually liked me in that moment.

“An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.” Jerry Harrison is everything wrong with the world—drugs (not purchased by us, because he wouldn’t be able to afford a fraction of them), booze, and a good dose of gambling. Last night, he decided my casino was the place to test his luck and my patience and not the first time either apparently. Ran up a tab he couldn’t pay. Thought he could walk out of here smiling. CCTV never lies, and my patience disagrees. Smug bastard right now—but not for long. Definitely not for long.

A young man by the user name Jevin typed. “Hey Mr Jevin, you can stay here and finish your coffee while we go”. Another person said, putting a series of laughing emoji. “Hello, I was just kidding. Will finish it real quick”. Jevin typed back with a chuckle. “Mr assistant, you better not be lying because my laptop is already closing itself”. Another person typed but she was answered by Harris' secretary. “Not at all, we all heard it clearly. The boss did say we should take a break”.

Brian is always there with my ups and downs, that's why he got my back also. My phone beep. A message pops in. It's Loraine saying " get out hoe". Hilarious. She also added the middle finger. I thought she forgot. Another message again and its Xaviers meme photo with a quote. " Don't tell him". I pick my jacket and ran downstairs still laughing. I remember that day when Xavier is drunk and he slept alone in the seaside, looking like a dead body. Many police went on that scene and really thought he is dead. It circulates on the campus for more than a month before it replace with new embarrassing photo. One thing I knew, he hated that photo.

How do you argue with a tale so potent it short-circuits reason and makes a beeline for the gut? He bore the mockery as a physical weight. The late-night talk show comedians had a field day. One joked, "I guess when you're that rich, you don't just get a prenup, you get a 'die-nup'." Memes spread like wildfire: Davidson's face Photoshopped onto a lottery ticket, onto a climbing rope scaling a mountain of money, onto the body of a black widow spider. He was a global punchline, his most private moment turned into a joke.

Dante said humorously. "I'm glad you think it's fun," I said pouting. "So we ask that you command us to be the hottest," Marvin looked at me seriously, "and not to lie." "Good! You jerks! Did you know this can be considered harassment? " "You want to," Marvin said smiling.

Maverick complained to Cassius after checking their picture. “I am a patient with bandage around my head. Do I need to smile?” Cassius replied. Maverick clicked his tongue and just ignored his grumpy friend. Next, he looked at me. “So, all I need is to post this using the caption you gave me, right miss Harriet?” “Yes. Please do,” I replied. “Okay! I will post it now on my Instagrom.” Maverick posted his picture with Cassius using the captions: “Visiting my friend who survived from the H&ben incident. So happy he is alive! Next stop, I will go visit the hero who foresaw the future hihihihi.”

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Christian Henry makes the funny jokes sometimes. Who knew?

Jaxon "Run it again from the top," Coach Harrison barks from across the conference room, his weathered face set in the permanent scowl that's made him legendary in the league. He also happens to be childhood best friends with my father. "If you can't execute these plays in your sleep, you're gonna get your asses handed to you by the Chicago Bears." The man's been relentless for the past three weeks, drilling every formation into our heads until we could run them blindfolded.