Memes For Group Chats Novels & Stories

If whoever that was thought I’d panic over red lipstick and a dumb message, they clearly hadn’t seen me survive a client meltdown while PMS-ing. I walked into the closet, threw on a white tee and black jeans, hair still damp. My phone buzzed nonstop on the vanity now, the notification tone sharp and relentless. A group chat. Oh God. I tapped the screen, and chaos exploded like fireworks. Dozens of messages from the most emotionally unstable group chat in human history. [WINONA 🍷🖕] DI— OH— MY— GOD. [SHEENA 👛💄] HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN IT???

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

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Send the message,* Mick demands, pacing in my head. I rub my face and pull out my cell. I open the group text chat for all Flyers. It’s very, very rarely used. Only for serious emergencies. Anything said in the chat is extremely cryptic on purpose, but with clear words everyone will more than understand. ME: B Card, one hour.

When I opened it, my chest loosened. Id forgotten whose idea it was between the two of them— although in hindsight it was most likely Juliennes— but they'd created a group chat for all three of us. ‘The Hustlers’ it was called. It was a strange, silly name, but it made ne smile, especially now. And it seemed that today it was quite active.

Margot: "How about adding me in as well so I can grab some virtual money boxes?" Curtis: "It's a group chat for men only. You don't need to join in." Margot: "…" Margot: "Alright, don't be upset. It's just a few thousand dollars. I'll transfer it to you."

she mumbled. I was about to argue more when my phone lit up on the table. The group chat was blowing up again. Logan, Tessa, Sabrina, Bianca, and Liam—at each other’s throats online. I could already see Logan claiming I still belonged to him, Tessa throwing her usual smug one-liners, Sabrina stirring the pot, and Bianca making heart eyes at Liam like she’d forgotten the definition of ‘ex.’ “Mum, can we not do this right now?” I said, my eyes glued to the chaos unfolding on my phone.

I found the private group chat with the five of them and discovered it had been created on the very first day of school. I scrolled through all the chat records from beginning to end, growing more alarmed with every message. From day one, they had been collectively complaining about me, calling me a dumb trust fund kid and saying I was only buying them gifts to show off my wealth. They even said my mom dressed so elegantly that she must have been a homewrecker who climbed the social ladder. They even secretly took nude photographs of me in the shower, claiming a body that nice must be used to seduce older women.

The editing artist could not cut this section and change other contents for no reason. Jessica grabbed her phone and immediately sent Thomas a message. Sweet candy doesn't smell good: Why is my advertisement not shown? After sending out the message, she sat there and couldn't help shaking one of her feet. She looked at her mobile phone from time to time. After a while, Thomas's rang her. Before it rang twice, Jessica picked it up. "Jessica, I thought you would like to send me a Happy New Year as the first day of the New Year." Jessica was stunned. Their team had a group chat. Last night, the Spring Blessing was sent in the group chat, so they didn't send it alone.