Oh Neptune Meme Novels & Stories

Lyra The morning crushes me before I even put a foot out of bed. The phone vibrates incessantly on my nightstand, like a frantic heart unable to find a normal rhythm. I reach out, numb, my eyes still glued shut by fatigue, and unlock it. Notifications pour down. Messages, missed calls, tags, press alerts. And that headline, in capital letters, icy, brutal: ALTERCATION BETWEEN TWO POWERHOUSES, ALEXANDRE DELCOURT AND DANIEL RENZI ON THE BRINK OF CONFRONTATION OVER A WOMAN?