Meme's Healthy Nibbles Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

All screens across Brooklyn illuminated simultaneously: phones, TVs, bodega security cameras, the jumbotron, at Barclays Center and even the broken tablet Marco believed he had ruined. The same image, perfectly synchronized. Isla. Six years old tomorrow. Sitting on the red throne. A crown made of subway tokens melded to her skull. Eyes solid gold. Grinning with the expression of one who has already triumphed. Behind her the heart pulsed a time. The whole borough sensed it down. The subtitle below inscribed in letters that oozed upward: THE BRIDE HAS AGREED. THE CITY THANKS YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. The coffee mug belonging to Alexander fell to the ground. Broke into pieces.

"Welcome to New York." Behind them, the clone army milled about with the nervous energy of tourists who'd never seen anything larger than a laboratory tank. Some of them had clustered at the railings, pointing at seagulls with expressions of murderous fascination. Others had discovered the concept of waves and were debating whether the water was edible. One particularly brave specimen had tried to drink from the Hudson and was currently vomiting over the side while his brothers patted his back sympathetically. "Marcus Number Forty-Seven cannot recommend the local cuisine," Valerius observed.

She's gone forever. "Wanna make it more delicious, this moment?" "What's on your mind? I asked. I can't read his thoughts. He has a shield. Well, he made a quick run to the kitchen and then came back and slid inside me again. "I was thinking, a bloody, bloody sex. People lick whipped cream from their bodies, we lick blood from ours." He told me while moving slowly. "How can I say no to that delicious offer." I moaned. He grabbed the bag and pour it on us. This felt so good. Ryan is definitely full of surprises.

Nothing else matters to a starving girl ! I strut towards the long table that had various kinds of foods . I grab a plate and the worker posted at the stall helps serve the food onto it . I decide to get a blueberry muffin , sausages and salami with eggs and bacon . Michael stares at my plate , probably wondering if I can finish everything I've gotten . " How do you eat all that and not get fat . Aren't you a human ? " He asks . I scoff . " I still have vampire genes "

Brooklyn asked the maid who was already leaving with the tray. "He's having his breakfast sir" The maid replied as she walked out of his room. Brooklyn walks sluggishly to the bathroom where he spends ten minutes and comes out, dresses in a short knicker and a blue top then heads out to the dining room. When he got to the dining room he was amazed to see Jack eating hungrily. "I guess your hangover makes you devour food?" Brooklyn taunted as the maid served his food. "Believe me I haven't had any good food in a long time now" Jack answered.