Moaning Meme Novels & Stories

Wide enough for sound. “And now what?” he asked. “You monologue me into submission? Hope I cry about my mommy issues while you jerk off on the control panel?” Eve laughed. “God, you’re sexy when you’re angry.” “I’m always angry.” “I know. That’s why I love you.” Noa froze.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.

Laughing? No fucking way!

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

I glanced down. Craig 🩶 I froze for a moment. A simple notification, a tiny rectangle on a screen, and suddenly the room felt warmer, quieter, even though the crew and my manager were still right there. I opened it. Craig Hey, T. I just saw this meme and thought of you… A picture of a cat laying on his back tongue out done with life. The corners of my mouth lifted on their own. An effortless smile spread across my face, the kind I didn’t have to think about the cameras on me, the fans reaction or the pressure of always being perfect.

Damn, girl. I ate maniacally. "Oh...oh....oh..." She moaned between breaths. Next.... Finally....

“Hailey… Ethan… the internet is— I don’t know how to say this but— the memes are disrespectful. Hilarious, but disrespectful.” Ethan doesn’t look amused. Ethan looks like he wants to hunt down entire social media departments personally. He squeezes my hand, jaw sharp, eyes blazing with barely controlled murder. “Who posted the one with me edited into Moon Lovers?” he asks with the quiet tone serial killers use right before they snap. Kevin swallows. “Sir… that one… comes from your mother’s account.” Ethan freezes. I try. I truly try not to burst out laughing. But the way his soul leaves his body for a full three seconds?

A sound that didn't belong to the peaceful night air. A moan. Soft, breathy, distinctly feminine. Coming from the direction of Penthouse A. What the fuck?

Maon was handed another jar of the same stuff. Malik eyed Jacob and the man shook his head. Terror was on his face as he continued to speak the powerful words softly. Jenna suddenly felt an orgasmic surge of pain and her body began to rearrange itself. She fell to her knees and laughed manically, believing she had already won. Maon was not enjoying the sensations so much as Jenna. He was light headed and he started to fear that he may pass out. He was pissed and knew that Jenna would think he was weak.