Marvin Harrison Jr Meme Novels & Stories

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.

He created memes featuring himself in hilarious situations, hoping that humor would be his saving grace. ‌ One meme showed him riding a roller coaster with a terrified expression, with the caption, "Trying to survive the rollercoaster of life like..." Another meme depicted him as a superhero with a cape made of dollar bills, captioned, "Saving the day, one money bag at a time." ‌ But the internet wasn't buying it. Instead of gaining sympathy, he became the subject of even more ridicule. Memes mocking his antics flooded social media, with one meme showing him chasing a giant floating pickle with the caption, "Gregory, the Pickle Chaser."

He didn’t sigh when she arrived three minutes late to a pitch. He smirked — smirked! — when she called him “Spreadsheet Daddy” under her breath. And then, on Friday, the impossible happened. He laughed. Not a smirk. Not a scoff. A real, low, quiet chuckle. All because she’d Photoshopped his face onto a Renaissance painting for a meme she titled: "Sebastian Mason, Patron Saint of Budget Cuts." It was in the middle of a staff email chain titled “Friday Madness.” She hadn’t expected him to see it.

“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.

I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me. Diane was spared from the hit, but the ornament sliced my arm open, and blood flowed like a river. Smug, Zack stepped ahead. Arrogantly, he announced, "I'm the future co-owner of this villa and Ms. Sampson's boyfriend. Your precious Felix is going to get kicked out of this place, you hag!" My in-laws were shocked. Words failed them. They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral.

“President Hill, you and President Jones already divorced a long time ago. Can’t you just go along your own way? If words of what you said here got out, it’d affect President Jones’ marriage.” “Isn’t that great?” Shaun raised his eyebrows. He had already become adept at being a shameless homewrecker. The corners of Harvey’s mouth twitched. “No. As a person, this is not right…” “Then, I can not be a person.” Harvey stammered. “...But, if you’re not a person, what will you be?” “A simp.” Shaun’s expression showed no care at all. Harvey looked at Shaun’s arrogant, handsome face. He was stunned. He did not know what Shaun had experienced to have made him like this.