Michael Meme Novels & Stories

It was the mummy who was sleeping beside her. "F***!!## damn .How did I end up sleeping with a Mummy ?It all a dream !!It's all a damn dream !!!..." She slaps her face to wake up. She was still thinking as it is a dream, a bad dream. "Oh my God !wake up Amy ...wake up". She continuously slaps her face to wake up. But the reality was clearly on site that she was sleeping with a Mummy. The mummy woke up while rubbing his eyes and she got freezed in a minute and was sweating like a pig .

Gesturing at where Seven stood. Shit. He knows. Seven did not even bother to object. He stood there, staring directly at the monster. “See, Michael, I am a very simple man. I like being straight forward.” What a tremendous lie. “You and I both know that you know exactly what I am talking about, so you should – how do your mates say it? – Cut the crap.” The side of Milkos’ face that received the slap throbbed. No doubt about it, a headache was coming.

"Because the last time I checked, he is homophobic and possibly would have a heart attack when we announce our relationship." "You worry too much, Jakey boy. Everything is going to be just fiiiiiine!" Michael said in a singsong voice. Okay, something weird is going on with the guy. I cleared my throat. "You seem to be in a good mood. Almost too good. Are you okay, Mike?" "Me? I am awesome. Just like how you are. You are awesome and beautiful. So handsome. Look at you with your handsomeness, Jake. And my god! You have such long eyelashes! Do you wear mascara?" Michael rambled on.

I laughed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Freya, what are you up to?" Michael asked, his voice low and husky. "Come on, it's a first aid kit. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" I replied. "Yeah, in fact, I looked like the one and only billionaire Michael Smith," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I bit my lip, acknowledging that he was right. Despite his company's struggles, Michael's confidence remained firm and that doesn't affect his financial status.

of chocolate from his chin with my thumb. "Are you ready to head back, buddy? You still have your arithmetic homework to complete." His bottom lip jutted out swiftly, his brows furrowing together. I couldn't stop the smile that pulled at my lips—some responses are universal, regardless of DNA. He agreed with a theatrical sigh that only a six-year-old could accomplish, and we set out for home. I glanced to Griffin as the door barely snapped shut behind us. "Hey, love, why don't you go start your homework? I need to speak with Aunt Sally for a minute." He waited, his gaze flitting between us, sensing the tension boiling in the air. After a minute of thought, he struggled down the corridor, hi

The idiot had always been a hippie at heart, seeing him growing his mane long wasn't surprising. "You wish, Stone. You wish." "I see Greece hasn't washed the delusion off you yet," I grumbled and the jackass had the nerve to cackle like I had just told a stupid joke and then gave me another of his smug looks. "Who said anything about being in Greece?" I stared at Micheal in disbelief, trying to process his words. What on earth was he saying? "No way," I whispered and his grin widened. "Micheal, where the fuck are you?!"

Michael defended. "I've wondered why Gretel left you, I mean, you two looked good together. But man, the other you is a bitch." Simon informed him. "I'll agree to that," Michael said. He fluctuated his eyelashes as if coming back to his senses. "Thank goodness you're back. I was only a step away from smacking the other you." Simon brushed Michael's back. "Stop it, weirdo, you're making me look weird." "You are weird, Michael. I've never seen a person that shape shifts his soul."

Michael. He was calling me. He had finished his game, showered in the locker room, and finally checked his phone. He had seen the massive wave of tags, likes, and comments on his social media feed. He had seen the picture of me looking happy, attractive, and unbothered at a crowded frat party.

Michael held my hand yelling and continues to make excuses, I'm not sure why he looks devastated if he hates me so much. Guess his high self doesn't want to look like a murderer even for me. " Hey! Let go! " " You stay out of this king of dogs! " " Do you think he is better than me? He is trying to use you to save his butt!" Michael is pointing at Rohan who grabs me to his side. " Think for a new lie, it's not working. " I'm watching them yelling at each other. So what I know is that I must be lost some of my memories.

“We were reluctant to see you leave back then, but honestly, it’s good you did. Michael acted like a tyrant in class every day because he knew he had Lena to back him up. After you left, he spread rumors about you nonstop, and we couldn’t debunk them fast enough. And that useless Lena acted blind and defended him at every turn—seriously, strangers not knowing is one thing, but after 10 years of friendship with you, she still helped him bully you?” I sighed helplessly and typed. “Maybe Lena already decided in her heart that I wasn’t a good person.” Then I frowned slightly. “I remember Michael didn’t dare go this far before.” My friend seemed to seize the chance to vent his anger and sent phot