Memes Grumpy Cat Novels & Stories

Jerk, 9:10am: Are you so shit scared you can't rear your ugly head or even reply my messages? Ugly head? Not me. Somehow, the words bit me down a bit. It's not like I wanted a jerk like him to find me attractive, but him seeing me as something far from beautiful wasn't going to help my pride or morale. I sent a rolling eyes emoji. Good Grace, 10:18am: Tomorrow, dude.

Then the reply came: [Lyra 🐾] 10:50 PM Yeah. Just… One of those nights. He read it twice. He read it twice. Then typed: [Elias Vale ] 10:51 PM You don’t owe anyone anything, you know. Not your smile. Not your silence. Another pause. Then, unexpectedly, a new message popped in. A meme. It was a grainy photo of a cat sitting in a sink with a towel over its head. Caption: “I am small. I am tired. I want soup and vengeance.”

“Do not do that.” “Leave her alone,” she says. She takes a piece of pizza and hands it to the gray-haired rascal with black spots. “Can't you see he just wants a little bit?” “Okay! If he gets sick to his belly, you'll take care of him.” I look at her disapprovingly. “Nothing's going to happen to him, Grumpy,” she looks back at me, narrowing her eyes. “He's intolerant to human food,” I point out.

jpeg posted a new photo. I groaned and checked it. The picture was of me, looking down at him with what was maybe a tiny bit of concern on my face. The caption read: Grumpy nurse. 10/10 would let boss me around again. 😷❤️ “Brandon.” He peeked up at me through one half-open eye, already halfway asleep. “Love you too.” “I’m going to delete your account.” He let out a sleepy little laugh. “Let me sleep first. Then we’ll fight.”

Cole nudged me and motioned towards my back. I got up and turned around. And guess who graced us with their presence. It’s none other than Mr. Grumpy. He looked beyond angry though but in a hot kind of way. Bad Evelyn. Do not think like that for this entitled asshole. I imagined smoke coming out of his ears and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Why do handsome guys always have to be like this? I turned around and sat down on my chair. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked me totally on the verge of shitting his pants.

I relaxed on the wall for a few moments before the sound of low grunts, almost identical to strangled breaths and even whimpers filled the space. I frowned. There was no chi— My eyes widened as realization hit me. I spun around and locked eyes with Mr. Grumpy. He was curled on the floor of the elevator, practically shaking. His coat had been discarded and his blue shirt had been unbuttoned a bit. He seemed to be visibly gaging for air and I didn't think, I honestly did not think anything through before I lunged into action.

Take care my Firecat (heart emoji). “Ugh!!!” Damn this disgusting man! Who the hell did he think he was? My wolf was elated that our mate was giving us his attention, but I was not having it. No dick for me for three long horny months. No!!!! How do I explain this to Curtis? Sadly, I waited for the phone sex, which never came. And not even an excuse followed. Sigh. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Besides, I was enjoying this a little too much. Grumpy asshole: No! Grump asshole: I'm not done with you yet. I bit back a smile, typing out a reply. Me: so what do you want? Grumpy asshole: If only you had two good arms.. Would have loved to watch you fuck yourself while I fuck my fist. Fuck. Masturbating together? Why was that image so hot? But… Me: you specifically told me NOT to touch myself. Grumpy asshole: It's different when I make you do it. Doesn't count.

Nathan’s trying to drag him down while Mason just films the whole thing, cackling, live-streaming it to the girls back home. I’m on the floor at this point, I tried to stand, laughed too hard, and ate shit. My stomach hurts from laughing, but it’s the good kind of pain. Then someone says something, and just like that, she’s back, flooding my brain, my blood, every cell. One hour of peace. That’s all I got. Groaning, I haul myself up, gripping the table for dear life. “Oh look, Grumpy’s back!” Theo hollers from his tabletop throne.