Marvin Harrison Jr Meme Novels & Stories

AARON'S POV I couldn't understand why Jay had stopped dancing or why he was staring at me. The lights were still flashing around him. The music was still playing. The crowd was still watching him but it felt like his attention was completely here. On me. I couldn't even understand the expression on his face because of the mask. Mr. Harrison took another step forward. He looked even angrier now. "Do I look like your age mate, huh?" he snapped. "You little bastard."

Kaze impersonated the God of War to scare Harrison to apologize on his knees. What the hell was going on? Assuming that was true, the crowd felt it explained the bizarre incident earlier. It made sense that Harrison would kneel to the God of War. The God of War was on equal footing with the Paladian Queen. “Kaze has impersonated the God of War multiple times.” “He went viral online for acting like the God of War, and the real God of War was furious. Many influencers were banned from streaming, and I can still remember it like it was yesterday,” a local in the crowd commented.

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.

He reached up, his thick thumb pressing hard against my lower lip, smearing the wet sheen left behind from his tongue. “Marcus is a cockroach, Ivy,” Harrison growled, his storm-grey eyes burning into mine. “He thinks because he once shared a bed with you years ago, he has the right to use your name to drag me down into the dirt. But he has no idea who he is dealing with.” “Harrison, if he gets the police involved, the board of directors is going to freeze all your money and your company before the sun comes up!” I pulled back slightly, my hands pressing flat against his broad, warm chest. The heat coming off his skin was intense.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

“I’m sorry, do I know you…?” “Oh, shoot. Sorry.” He released me and smoothed his hands over his doublet. I noticed that his left pinky finger was smudged with ink, like he wrote with his left hand. “I’m not used to this sort of thing.” He gestured around us at the party. “I’m Harrison. Harrison Maevis. I’m a colleague of Jayne’s—your mentor?”

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

“I was. Just a little.” “She looked like a pelican falling out of a tree,” Parker mutters. Harrison snorts. “Icon PR’s new slogan,” Jack says. “‘Graceful as falling teeth.’” We laugh. All of us. It’s short and sharp and necessary. But the moment doesn’t last long. Because Harrison’s face shifts. Subtle. But I see it. Like a shadow passes behind his eyes. He straightens. Reaches into his jacket. Pulls out his phone again. And I know something’s coming. Something heavier than Vanessa. Harrison’s thumb moves across the screen like he’s skimming something for the fifth time just to be sure. His jaw’s tight. His shoulders tense.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.