Slay Meme Novels & Stories

She nods at me and then frowns. “When you say mindlink, do you mean you can talk to each other in your heads, like telepathy?” My sister laughs and I growl at her. She had best not mock my mate, I will kill her if she does. “Sorry, Alpha,” Slayne says and she sounds contrite, so I let it go this time.

"I killed people? Are you blind?!" I crouched down, grabbed Shay Kramer by the hair, and slapped her several more times. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "I killed zombies, not people! If you’ve got the guts, go run to your mommy for a hug! You get a free ride and then act all innocent? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I try to do a good deed and end up saving a pair of stupid pigs!" The angrier I got, the more I slapped. "I saved you, and this is the thanks I get? Having to put up with your attitude? SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"

Mama asks about Chase, and Kylee hesitates. “Oh uh. We’re just separating for right now. Things will be sorted soon though” she smiles, and Mama nods. “There’s uh rumors around the pack, you know?” Mama says, and nerves wrap around my stomach, squeezing. “O-of abuse. We just wanted to say if it’s true, we’re always here to listen or help in any way possible. You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted to say that” Mama says, and Kylee actually tears up.

“Just get the fuck off me, or you are going to pay for it.” “What are you going to do? You fucking tied up if you have not noticed.” “Trayton is going to find me and rips your fucking head off.” “You can be glad I am not getting a damn hard-on. Otherwise, I would have ripped you apart.” “Shame you struggling to get it up.” SLAP “Watch your fucking mouth.” “The truth hurts, doesn't it.” SLAP SLAP “Just shut the fuck up before I waste your ass.” “You won't kill me. You want my ass around so you can do all that sick shit you want to do to me.”

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

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"

She gasps, clenching around me. “The FUCK you can,” I growl, unable to stop myself. “You don’t get to ride just any cock. You ride mine,” I squeeze her ass before delivering another sharp slap that makes her yelp. “Only Mine.” Slap! “This cunt is mine.” Slap! “These tits are mine.” Slap! “Every time you even think about another man’s cock, I’ll take the fucking pleasure of reminding you exactly who you belong to.” Slap!

And more of the Sleepers were rising, at least two dozen and so every second they stood here. The British soldier was looking back over his shoulder, as if waiting for permission to fire. There was a nod from what must have been their commanding officer, Bridget assumed, though it was hard to keep track as they were all dressed alike. The soldier opened fire, the dart flying through the air and into the back of the Sleeper who’d just passed him. It should have taken him down instantly, almost as quickly as the virus had done to these poor unfortunates when it struck. There was enough sedative in one of those darts to put an elephant down. Granted the effects would wear off in a few hours, bu

Slate looked sheepish, and Everly couldn’t remember ever seeing him look smaller. “Yes, I told you! I told you about the same time that you walked into the room where your cousin was sucking on my neck to see that my mouth was bleeding, and you said, ‘What the f*ck, Rider! What did you do to that bitch?’ and I said, ‘I have a name—it’s…” “Lu!” Slate said, racing a hand and pointing at her, like he was very proud at himself for remembering it. “No, asshole!” she said. “It’s Su!” She thunked him in the head with her fist before she turned around and walked away.

He is like a toddler who doesn’t want to be told no. All three of them are behaving like toddlers. With Slater and Camden, giving me puppy dog eyes and pouty lower lips. “There is something wrong with you three. We aren’t having a sleepover like teenagers.” “But I’m a Death King and Slayer is about to be a fed,” Camden slurs. My mouth drops open in shock. “Fox is going to stab him for blabbing,” Slater murmurs, rubbing his face. “Cam has no filter. He is going to get us both killed tonight if we go home this drunk.”