Once Upon A Time Memes Novels & Stories

Photos of our coordinated midnight black outfits were everywhere—Twitter, TikTok, sports blogs, even fashion pages. Headlines screamed: > "THEY WON THE GAME AND OUR HEARTS" "MEXICO'S REAL MVP: MELISSA & XAVIER’S UNDENIABLE CHEMISTRY" "FASHION ICONS OR HOCKEY LEGENDS? WHY NOT BOTH?" Even our celebratory hug had turned into a meme. One viral tweet read: > "If this is a fantasy, then I want no part of reality." Retweeted 60,000 times. My phone buzzed again.

“Give me an hour.” She nodded. “Don’t do anything rash.” “Define ‘rash’,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes already on the phone, scanning the comments that were multiplying like maggots on roadkill. He's still in love with her. Poor Luna. I knew it. You can't erase a true bond. She played him. She knew exactly what she was doing. And Luna Aria? She's just a pawn. “It’s everywhere,” she said. “We actually pulled the first wave. Headlines, photos, captions. But it’s already been reposted, screenshotted, translated into three dialects, and turned into memes.”

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Then she blurts, “You’re… a lot.” I choke on air. She slaps a hand over her mouth, horrified at herself. “I mean— not like—well you are—oh my god, can we pretend I never said anything ever—” I can’t help it I laugh. It’s a real one. One that’s a startled, low, and warm. It loosens something in my chest. She peeks through her fingers. “I, uh… came up to show you memes,” she says. “About us.”

I said roughly, trying to move past him, but he blocked me again. “Great job on the Lunch,” he said, his tone mocking. “Also, you are the hottest thing trending in the media right now. Aren’t you quite the little celeb?” Nora made a face at him, but he brushed her off and took a step closer to me. “I thought Nora would have told you by now. Pity.” He whipped out his phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen there was a picture of me… no, hold on! It was a meme! Someone had used my picture from the launch and made a meme!

River's POV. Noah and I hadn’t really talked about the almost-kiss. Not on the car ride home, not in texts, not even when he sent me that dumb meme of a raccoon shoving Cheetos in its mouth with the caption “us at 3AM.” I’d stared at that meme longer than I’d like to admit, smiled a little too hard at it, and sent back something just as stupid, because that’s what we did. We joked. We laughed. We pretended like everything was normal.

”* The internet tore her apart instantly. Brian looked at the screen, then at me. “Should we get popcorn?” he asked. I grinned. “Absolutely.” ***************************** By noon, the internet was on fire. Like actual wildfire. Everyone was dragging Monica like she insulted the whole world personally. Memes. Tweets. TikToks. Edits with clown music. Side-by-side photos of her fake smile next to horror movie characters. Even people who didn’t know her started joining the fight. And the funniest part?

Near midnight, Carmilla sent a flood of new photos—hundreds of flight records showing Mario's secret trips to see her, and more of them in bed together, intimately entangled. The most painful part was one particular date—yesterday. Our wedding anniversary. Carmilla: [Dear sister, I'm coming home tomorrow. I just can't stop missing Mario.] I laughed bitterly, saved the photos, blocked her number, and lay awake till dawn. The fortune-teller had been wrong. Mario hadn't fallen in love with someone else in the seventh year of our marriage. He had loved her long before that.

Alaric let his hands hit the table, causing the silverware to noisily clang. “I find you incredibly frustrating.” “I find you incredibly sexy.” Alaric gave Heather a playful wink. The fake vomiting that was her signature action in those last weeks in Silver Cresent made an appearance. The retching brought an odd reminiscing smile to my lips. “Luna, why do you put up with him?” Her eyes were usually a beautiful icy blue now looked with icicles ready to impale me. “You don’t think he is charming?” I nudged her with my shoulder as I teased her.