Once Upon A Time Memes Novels & Stories

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.”

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

There were several memes on her with hilarious comments from many students, they didn't even care about her being the sole heiress and Queen of the campus. One said: 'When your crush denies you in public.' They put her funny looking half plastered smiling face below_the look she had on when the idols were leaving. Okay, this did it. I fell on the floor laughing hysterically with Lia as I hit my hands repeatedly on the floor.

Meme asks. “We were official last week, Loyalty just needed a moment to catch up”, he deadpans. I dropped my mouth open in shock and Meme burst into laughter at my reaction. “Close your mouth, baby girl, before I'm tempted to put something in there, and I don’t care who is here to see it”. I snap my mouth shut and Meme laughs even harder until she starts choking. “Not funny Meme”, I barked at her as I headed back out of the bathroom to sit on the bed, followed by them.

Lisa's POV I wake up to a ding from my phone at the bedside table. I yawn, then roll languidly to the side of my bed to pluck it up and squints at the screen. It's a W******p notification. Selena added me to a group called 'The Wedding Train'. With a string of all kind of emojis she could lay her fingers on attached. Bride emoji, love emojis. Brrr. Selena: Rise n' shine, bitches!!! Breakfast downstairs for everyone by 8!

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

“We’ve played basketball. Shared memes. He’s actually pretty funny, you know, when he’s not brooding.” My eyes shot toward Damon, who finally let a small smile slip. My stomach betrayed me with a tiny, traitorous flutter that I crushed down immediately. I folded my arms, trying to look unimpressed. “I cannot believe this. Nate, you don’t even respond to my texts half the time, and yet him—” I jabbed a thumb toward Damon, “—you’re swapping memes with like it’s some sacred bromance?” Nate had the audacity to look thoughtful. “Well, he replies faster.”

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again? I brought you a strawberry cake." The words were painfully familiar, just as they were three years ago. Jonathan had always liked buying me strawberry cake, and I'd always thrown myself into his arms like this, telling him how much I'd missed him all day. "John, I missed you so much." The words caught him off guard, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he'd slipped into a brief daze. Then, his gaze landed on the scar on my face, and clarity returned instantly. I noticed the change and felt a flicker of mockery surface in my eyes.