Memes Lonely Novels & Stories

Anything for a laugh – honestly, it’s like currency in our little group. “I don’t know...” Kate murmured, already retreating into that overly responsible corner of her brain. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re studying for an entry exam to Yale,” I said, letting a little irritation slip into my voice. She gave me a deadpan look. “You don’t know my life.” “Girl, your life is memes, sarcasm, and occasionally passing math.” “Fine,” she groaned, caving at last. “Good girl.” I winked like a smug aunt handing out wine at a family dinner.

He seemed lost in thought, his mind drifting away with the wind. The great Lucien talking about reverence as if it were something so ordinary? And worse, him—the one who hid from his people, wanting to be forgotten by his kin after his clan, the Mesclados Fists, was wiped out—now commenting on how wonderful it is to be seen? Hypocrite! I didn’t answer anything. The anger was bubbling inside me while the wolf admired every inch of his muscular arm, his feline, animalistic walk. I just walked beside him in silence, lost in my own thoughts.

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.”

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

After changing back into her regular clothes, Scarlett scoured the internet for memes that were funny or relevant enough to share on her social media. It was a full-time job, taking up more of her time than homework, but somebody had to drudge through the sea of endless posts to pick out the gems. There were a lot of memes about men, due to the trending hashtag #notallmen. Scarlett steered clear, careful not to take a stance one way or another. She couldn't deal with people arguing on her posts. The only valid response was a laughter emoji.

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“I was hoping you would ask me to pick a car for myself and you would pay for it.” A derisive snort comes out of me, “You are funny. I am hanging up.” I do hang up before she said anything about it. My phone dings with a notification from my mail, I had aa few from my bank, and the lawyer handling my parent’s money, and the other was a request for my next video’s outfit. Lonelyfans worked like this, whenever I go live, my subscribers get a link that only works for that live, and once it is over, the link self-destructs, there are a couple of ads for the entertainer on the main lonelyfans page and that’s how we get our subscribers. And the requests are held with auctions, the highest bidder g

Lindsay asked, "Are you on honeymoon? Single people can only watch with envy and tears!" As dancing lessons were added the previous month, Lindsay also joined the beginner class's group chat. Apart from her, Lucas was also a member of the group chat. However, he rarely sent any messages there. Miley joined in, "We still have to work so hard." Jonason suddenly added, "Without my wife around, I am no different from a lonely single person." Miley asked him, "Who is your wife?" Jonason replied, "You!" Some seconds later, Miley's reply came, "I didn't get married to you!"

He stood up from where he sat and walked towards Liam’s hospital room area, he already knew he won’t be there since he needed to go see the doctor and all, and that’s what it was, he silently entered the room and Liam’s unique smell hit him bringing back memoir him snuggling close to Liam just to inhale his precious smell, it hurt thinking about it now, like everything about them was just memories now and the painful part was that he was the only one who still had those memories and he might be the only one who will have them forever, the thought of forever sent another wave of sadness and loneliness through him, the thought of continuing without Liam didn’t look good at all, it was horrible

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”