Owl House Memes Novels & Stories

he gritted through his teeth. "Yup, that woman. And thanks to her, the internet is having the time of its life. You should see the memes, Oswald. Some people think you are in love. Others think she bewitched you. And my personal favorite? 'The Untouchable Billionaire Finally Falls.' It is hilarious." "Vincenzo," Oswald warned, his patience running thin. "Relax, man," Vincenzo chuckled. "I'm just calling to congratulate you. You are a trending topic now, probably you haven't seen the headlines because of work, always so busy. Feels great anyways, huh?"

As Helma treated her eyes, her phone buzzed continuously. She glanced at the notifications and saw multiple messages. Owen: [Kitten, didn't know you had this talent! [Image]] Helma viewed the image, her work ID from the mortuary. She swiftly replied: Have you been snooping on me? Owen: [No, I grabbed it from the web. Don't pin this on me!] Helma rolled her eyes and proceeded to check Alan's message.

Then somehow I made things worse by comparing them to German Shepherds. “Wonderful,” Maximus groaned dramatically. “Now mate’s going to buy me a collar and a bowtie.” I snorted out loud. Olivia blinked at me slowly. Oh yeah. I was definitely losing my mind. “You did that out loud,” Maximus informed me smugly. “Mate officially thinks we’re insane.” “Not helping.” Finally I gave up trying to explain around the truth. “Okay fine. Duke and Maximus are wolves.” Relief immediately crossed Olivia’s face.

"I heard you won a big project. Naturally, I had to come home to celebrate with you in person!" Eva cheered. "Uncle Owen, you're the best!" Owen smiled warmly, pleased to be home with his family. As they planned their celebration, Owen's phone began to ring. "Mr. Lowes, it's me, Oliver. Someone just mistook me for you. They tried to give me gifts and wanted me to cause trouble for your niece!" Owen grew serious. "What? They must be courting trouble." Eva looked worried, seeing the gravity on Owen's face.

The last thought soothes my wolf marginally. James’ right eyebrow shoots toward his hairline while Ollie looks at me like I’m an idiot. I guess I am, at this point. “Dude, have you ever even met a woman? Cora will know your full name, social security number, and the last time you took a crap before the end of the night. How have you been helping your pack with relational issues when you don’t have three brain cells to hold hands and sing kumbaya?” I snarled a bit at the crack. Ollie knows everyone’s buttons and isn’t afraid to go for the jugular with his insults.

I had also spent time playing with Isla on the beach sand. When it was time to leave with her mom, she kept whining. I also didn't want them to leave just yet. I noticed Olly also took a great liking to Isla. "You are really missing that little girl. Aren't you, babe?" I looked at Oliver, who smiled at me before looking back to the road. "I sure am" "Don't worry, we would have our own kids soon. We're really working towards it by the way" He smirked, as I blushed.

“And you didn’t talk too much, Ísis. I really have… been disappointed by some people.” Ísis crossed her arms and replied in a playful tone. “Mrs. Olivia, excuse me, but you’re way too emotional!” she said, laughing. “You need to become one of those blogger princesses and turn everything into memes, girl! That way you suffer less and still gain followers!” Her voice stayed light. “See? You said you didn’t want to talk and now you’re venting to me. I got you talking, didn’t I?” Olivia finished getting dressed, walked back into the bedroom, and smiled faintly.

said Ellie quickly, “You know all those wolf pictures on the fridge that you always laugh about? It isn’t just that we like wolves. I mean, that would be kinda weird, right? Sheep farmers, who love wolves? But that’s what we are.” “Oookaaay...” Lia said skeptically, still not sure what this conversation was about. “She means we are wolves, no that we are weird sheep farmers.” Elsie supplied into the silence. “What?” “Okay, remember that picture beside my bed? The one with all those wolves on it that you thought was a strange picture to have in a frame on a bedside table? Well, it isn't a National Geographic photo I put in there, it’s uhm… It’s a family photo. We’re werewolves.”

Whatever they were doing, they were enjoying themselves. A crowd of people had made their way over here, and it looked like the beginnings of a party was underway. Two of the Howlers men each had their arms wrapped around a Tri-Moon she-wolf. I knew that one of them had Mated with one of our pack members, Olive, I believe is her name. She will be heading off to live at the Howlers pack with her new Mate. Whenever it is that they eventually leave that is. The other pair looked to be getting very close and comfortable. It was sweet though. He held her to his chest and had his face buried in the crook of her neck, and his arms wrapped tightly around her body. All the while she was laughing wild

I think he was just saying, but still, he said it, and now I want Mia: Don't send a growling voice memo again Oly: GRRRRRRRRRRRRR Mia: -. Mia: What did he even say Oly: Puppy Oly: Mia, help me. It's in my face Mia: What am I supposed to do… Mia: Don't you hate being called a puppy? Oly: Yes, I do because people sat it in a demeaning way Oly: "Hey, Puppy, growl/ Bark for me." Oly: "Hey, puppy, sit/ clap." Oly: "Puppy, crawl." Mia: I remember that bullshit