Shantae Memes Novels & Stories

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

“Lauren, can I tell you something? It’s… kind of big.” Her eyes lit up, and she leaned in as well, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. “Of course. You can trust me.” “Okay.” I took a deep breath, glancing around one last time to ensure we were alone. “Shane… he’s not just some mysterious guy. He’s… a wolf. Like, an actual werewolf.” Lauren’s expression shifted from curiosity to confusion, then to something resembling shock. She blinked at me, as if processing what I’d just said. “Wait. Are you serious? He’s a… werewolf?”

I was still puzzled about her real intentions when Shane posted in the group chat for flirts, announcing that the challenge would start again next week. He shared a lively video of himself, claiming he just had a bad stomach at Southwind Asira, which caused his earlier slip-up. However, after a few days of taking care of himself, he was back in action, even bragging about planning to meet up with a hundred women. The group chat went wild with excitement, and the live stream on the dark web received interest from thousands. However, I noticed Shane was all covered up in the video, not showing any skin. He was probably scared of showing the sores from syphilis to everyone.

"Try playing Halo 3 online." "Oh no," he said, shaking his head. "Not another one. "Reaper plays that game all the time, and I never quite got the hang of it." "Reaper? That assassin guy? I wonder what his gamertag is. I may have played him." Shane actually looked incredibly embarrassed. "Evil Fluffy Kitten." Shamira's eyes widened. "You're kidding?" "No. He finds it amusing." "He doesn't look like he has a sense of humor."

Kevin shrieked, his face turning pale. "That’s called content, Kevin," Bima said, his voice calm. "And you? You're the star of the show." [Skill 'Meme Creator' (Level 1) Active!] [Meme 'Protein Freak vs. Food Vlogger' created!] [Effects: Kevin’s Charisma -20%! Food Vlogger Zombie’s Charisma +15%!] "Damn you, Bima!" Kevin roared in a rage, a murderous glint in his eyes. He lunged at Bima.

As soon as I came from the high Shane gave me, the anger came flooding back. And the bastard had the audacity to smile. I don’t know how he did it, but he saw everything. Well, I guess if we’d live multiple lives, he’d know everything about me. I didn’t understand why he could remember, while I couldn’t. His smirk turned into a shit-eating grin, pulling at both corners of his mouth, and my stomach flip-flopped. My pussy still spasmed in the aftermath of my orgasm, but Shane dropped his forehead to mine and laughed. I pushed against his chest, but with a twist of the wrist; I moaned and jerked against him. His shirt was soaked, and I spat it out. It was warm and wet where it fell against my t

“But daddy can’t eat mommy.” Shane somehow keeps a straight face while my parents fight to keep from smiling and laughing, but they are holding it together. Unfortunately, Katie and I are sitting there staring at Shane with our mouths slightly open. Why would he say something like that? But neither one of us is willing to interrupt them. Shane takes a bite of his egg and calmly says, “Your daddy is eating your mommy the same way he did when you ended up in your mommy’s tummy.” Oh, this is really embarrassing. Why did Shane have to say it like that? UGH!!

~ 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.”

The butterfly queen who was Shania rolled her eyes in annoyance and started taking off her earrings and other accessories “Bella… don't you ever shut up… get me a milkshake or something,” Shania said, waving her friend off when the door opened and the most annoying person walked in chanting her name like a kid. Shania muttered curses as she sank into her chair as the two grown-ups started cheering, chanting her name, embarrassing her.

I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment. “OH Fuck.” I hear Mona mutter. “Well I guess we have our missing piece don’t we.” Shane says “Shit.”