Mike Tyson Memes Novels & Stories

Two seconds later— Buzz. He glanced down. And nearly choked. Vivian had sent him a ridiculous meme of a grumpy-looking cat with the caption: "This is you 24/7." Michael exhaled sharply through his nose, trying to suppress the smirk tugging at his lips. But then she followed up with— “Actually, the cat looks friendlier.” A short laugh escaped him before he could stop it. The room went silent. Every executive in the meeting turned to look at him. The presenter, who had been droning on about projections, froze mid-sentence.

They gripped their steel rods threateningly, each radiating a murderous aura. “Are you still thinking of beating me up? You think you’re Bruce Lee? You think you can single-handedly fight ten men at once?” Liam stared at Harvey as though Harvey was retarded. “Looks like you’re not just a worthless piece of trash, you’re also not right in the head! Do you think that you have the right to make demands just because you won in that ring? Are you stupid or insane?” Tyson Woods stepped forward and stood next to Harvey, his expression icy. He was drenched in cold sweat, but he had to come forth.

Tyson Chicken: Damn, think witches can make that happen? Tyson Chicken: Second one I'll ask to be anal size Me: You're obsessed Tyson Chicken: With your ass? Yes Me: Don't you have some important alpha stuff to do or something? Tyson Chicken: Like fuck your ass? Me: That is not even remotely sexy or convincing Tyson Chicken: Come over and I'll convince you another way Me: No can do. My parents are complaining I'm never home anymore. Promised I'd hang with them tonight Tyson Chicken: Damn cockblockers

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”

tired af **Tyler:** pussy. u know what ur problem is? Here it comes. **Tyler:** u need to nut. Like actually nut. U been holding that shit in since birth. Bet u still jerk to hentai pillows or some weirdo cartoon shit I snorted, but the laugh died fast. He wasn’t entirely wrong. **Me:** nah I don’t even watch p**n fr **Tyler:** cap. Everyone watches p**n. What u beat it to then? The cursor blinked. I stared at it for a solid ten seconds.

Lily didn't stop frowning as she stared at Tyson. Tyson smirked before whispering to me, "you're fucked today, mute freak."

I imagined Tyson as this skinny guy like Mike, with wavy longer hair and tied to the back and emo-like features. As if Leah knew what I was thinking, she said, “Tyson is the complete opposite of Mike. He’s much more…”, she paused, looking for the right word. “Muscly, and champion like” She squinted her eyes thinking it wasn’t the right word at all. “No, rather buff?” I giggled at her choices of words. “Okay, I get it. He’s the complete opposite of Mike who’s skinny.” Talking to her like this made me forget about what she did to me in the Neverwhere.

He asks, and that question causes me to stop struggling for a moment. Tyson’s expression darkens as he continues. “If only you knew how messed up that asshole is, you’d be running away from him as fast as you could. Why else do you think he’s never dated anyone before you?” I blink, his words catching me off guard. Miles has never dated before? The information lodges somewhere in the back of my mind, but I refuse to let Tyson distract me with it. I need to leave now. “Even if he’s the devil himself, so fucking what?” I glare at him through gritted teeth. “I’d rather date the devil than talk to you.”

A sudden, loud burst of laughter exploded out of my chest, so sudden and raw that my shoulders shook with it. "An audition?!" I laughed, shaking my head violently, looking at his impossibly smug face. "Are you serious right now? You're going to audition for a seven-year-old child? What's your resume, Tyson? 'Excellent at breaking bones, threatens to murder people before breakfast, and buys oversized trucks'?" Tyson didn't get offended. If anything, seeing the bright, genuine laughter light up my face made his smug smirk soften into something breathtakingly warm, his eyes softening as he watched me giggle.

Tyson shoutd and Terry kept quiet, his father was right. “”Now let me remind you why you have always faked your support for me and what we do here, You did that for MONEY, you have ignored all the people we have murdered in the past, pretended to like it because of MONEY, so don’t even try to change that now, because you know that the minute you walk way from this company, YOU LEAVE WITH NOTHING” Tyson said with a note of finality. Tyson did not like a lot of things about his son,but at the moment what pissed him off most was the fact that the boy was a big, fucking hypocrite.