Memes Grumpy Cat Novels & Stories

I couldn't chance opening my mouth for fear that I'd decorate all of us with ickiness. No idea, Hols. I don't know, Stretch. Three for three, cheeks. Just try something. For the love of all the stars, just try something, Grumpy said. I feel like someone's taken steel wool to my insides and trying to shave me down to nothing. My lips curled up in a snarl at the idea of someone causing one of my mates pain. They were mine. Mine to protect. To love. To cherish. To guard. Mine. Shirts off. Now.

"Hey. You're supposed to cure me not kill me. You're mean. You're a meanie. 😤 Although, if I drown does that mean you'll give me CPR? I get it now, you just want your lips on my lips. 😏" "GO TO SLEEP. YOU'RE DELUSIONAL. YOUR FEVER BROKE YOU." "If you say so ms grumpy. 😒 Good night. Sweet dreams, dream of me. I love you 😘" I cannot believe this guy. He annoys me so much, but why am I smiling so bad? He makes me feel as though my worries are nothing. "I love you too hotshot." With that short conversation, I got my mind off things for a while. Time to go to sleep.

I will it to stop by digging the heels of my hands into my eyes. It doesn't not, in fact, stop. It keeps playing in my mind. Still rubbing my eyes, I say, "What the hell was that?" Grumpy's godlike body has now found a permanent residence in the hollow of my brain. "Can you keep the door closed, please?" My voice sounds scandalized, as it should. I don't deserve to be traumatized by an insanely godlike body this early in the morning. "Were you hallucinating?" I hear Grumpy speak. I don't miss the note of mockery in his voice. His voice definitely sounds better than Karl's.

he said walking to the door and outside the mansion I felt disgusted. Not after I thought my life was going the right way he comes with his mean words and tone again. “Hey are you okay” I heard a warm voice from behind. Turing to see Jasper I loosened up “Hi. I didn’t know you were around” I said trying to hide my disgust feeling “Yeah I just came to talk about something with ‘Mr Grumpy’ before we head out to work” he said jokingly His statement brought a tender laugh to my face and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He is really ‘Mr Grumpy’ I don’t understand why he has to be though” I said back

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

“Don’t get used to it.” Max leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Adrian. “Why don’t you smile more? Are you one of those grumpy old men in disguise?” I burst out laughing, nearly dropping my cone. “He’s got you pegged, Adrian.” Adrian gave Max a deadpan look. “I’m not old.” “Grumpy, though,” Max said, nodding sagely. “Definitely grumpy,” I agreed, grinning at Adrian’s long-suffering sigh.

Lukas replied casually, stretching his arms. 'Entertaining?' The personal trainer wondered silently, wiping sweat from his brow. It was very rare for Mr. Lukas Gray to be in anything close to a good mood. He only had two default moods most of the time: Grumpy, like a storm cloud. Super grumpy, ready to snap.

he whispers, making him gulp, "Okay, Grumpy?" — Grumpy's flustered 🤭 Don't forget to vote, comment and follow ❤️

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.