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Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health! "Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!" Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves. But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

"Gold-digging slut destroyed a family for money" "I knew werewolves were all about power and sex, bit this is to much. What a taboo." The cruelty was breathtaking in its creativity and scope. Someone had created memes using my professional headshot, turning my face into a symbol for opportunistic women everywhere. Another had started a betting pool on how long it would take for Theo to "come to his senses" and dump me publicly. My social media accounts, which I'd barely maintained beyond professional networking, were now flooded with messages from strangers. The hatred was overwhelming—hundreds of people who knew nothing about me beyond what they'd read in sensationalized articles had decide

Memes mocking Marian's greed and ineptitude sprouted like poisonous mushrooms. Conspiracy theories blossomed, weaving tangled webs of speculation about Blake's motivations and Eva's alleged innocence. News outlets, hungry for clicks, pounced on the story, dissecting every word with a bloodthirsty fervor - Hashtag #TorresGroupScandal became a war cry, rallying both sympathizers and opportunists. The once-respected company logo became a distorted symbol of family dysfunction and corporate corruption. The internet, once a vast sea of information, transformed into a churning vortex of outrage and speculation, swallowing the truth whole in its relentless tide.

There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.

News tickers ran silently across the wall screen, headlines flaring in bold type. "Heiress of Moreno & The Vale Empire. "Engagement Confirmed!" "Lyra Moreno Breaks the Internet in Silk and Silence!" "The Ice Rose and the Heir: Are We Witnessing the Return of the Old World Romance?" Yani stood in front of the screen, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a tablet. She looked like she was about to explode. "Okay," she said dramatically, "I have compiled seventy eight memes, nine AI-generated wedding invites, and one slideshow of edits comparing you and Elias to anime power couples."

I was just caught up in who was inundating Zoey's inbox. I took her phone from the bedside table and looked up who was messaging her. Yes, I am aware of her security code. "It came from... Con-con? Who is she?" "Ah, that's Nova. She might be sending me a lot of memes again. Let me..." she said as she reached for her phone when I opened the message from "Con-con." Zoey was correct. It was all about memes. She took her phone from me and placed it next to her.

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

~ Hailey ~ The storm begins before the sky even realizes it’s supposed to rain. By the time Ethan and I step out of the boardroom hand-in-hand, with our relationship declared, half the company already has it posted, reposted, filtered, captioned, and turned into memes. Kevin meets us outside the elevator looking like a man who has aged ten years in ten minutes. “Hailey… Ethan… the internet is— I don’t know how to say this but— the memes are disrespectful. Hilarious, but disrespectful.”

And that too the one who posted it was an anonymous user who didn’t know that I had already learned to deal with losers like them. Without making a scene right away, I immediately rang Dash so that he would take his phone. Once he took the call, I hung it up quickly and messaged the meme and the account who posted that. “Hack it and tell me who it is" I messaged him. “Give me 5 minute" he instantly replied and by then everyone in my class had got the meme and had begun staring and laughing at me. My blood was boiling in rage when Noah showed no shame in sharing that meme throughout the high school and it bombarded hell lots of reactions and comments on the post in just the 5 minutes I had gi

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