Spongebob Memes Imagination

My fiancé, Owen Lockhart, came from old money. He kept a canary in a gilded cage, spoiling her rotten. Just as I was about to break off the engagement with him, a barrage of comments suddenly popped up in my mind. [What did Owen do wrong? He just wanted to get your attention.] [Don't break up with him. All you need to do is shed a few tears, and he'll give you everything.] I turned my head, and through the window, I saw the canary in her high-end jewelry, smiling brightly as she hooked her arm around Owen's. He lazily lowered his eyes, yet his expression held a hint of indifference mixed with a subtle affection. I smiled bitterly, replying to the lawyer's message: [Go on with drafting the engagement annulment agreement.]

I bought a fox fae. The owner of Vulpyr Hall had been very clear. He was only here to help me get rich, nothing else. A year later, my assets had skyrocketed to a billion. But… Wasn’t he supposed to stay out of anything intimate? Why did it feel like he wanted to get under my skin?

I’m the heroine in an erotic story. My specialty? Turning anything hot or cold into something steamy. On the first day I landed in a horror game, the boss told everyone to choose how they wanted to die. I smiled and said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.” Boss: “???”

My older sister, Scarlet Dawson, is an absolute saint with a savior complex. When the apocalyptic heatwave hits us, she gives out water to our neighbors, food to strangers, and even invites her boyfriend's entire family to live with us. When our supplies are finally depleted, Scarlet actually considers selling me off to a perverted old man in exchange for supplies to look after her boyfriend, Marcus Crosby. I promptly pull out my stun gun and knock her unconscious. Then, I hand her straight to the perverted old man instead. I go back to my villa, where the temperature is constantly kept at 60°F, and enjoy a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream under the air conditioning. Not only that, but my villa is stocked with enough supplies to last me for the next few decades!

There's trouble in the knight's household when a golden necklace worth billions of dollars is stolen by one of the house maids. In the quest of finding it, Lucas Knight finds something extremely terrifying. A shrine made specifically for him. It contains items like his pictures, clothes, his used tooth brush and even strands of his hair. It seems like Lucas Knight has a crazy admirer. Stalking Lucas Knight became Vivian Addams job the moment she set her eyes on his gorgeous face. When she is given a job as a maid in the Knight's mansion, she believes that heaven is helping her. Besides, it's not like he can ever find out right? WRONG. NOTE: The people, activities, and places in this narrative may be implausible because it was written for comic relief. If any of the characters behave in a way that is comparable to SpongeBob SquarePants, feel free to chuck your phone into the ocean.

I went viral, all for the wrong reasons. The world came down hard on me, all because I refused to approve my employee, Cassandra’s, maternity leave. Cassandra tore me apart online. “Why won’t you grant me maternity leave? “The government wants the birth rate to go up. Even if you’re the CEO, you can’t go against the law. “I get it. The low birth rate exists because heartless capitalists like you treat employees like nothing. “Fam, back me up here. Am I wrong to protect my unborn child? “I have a legal right to maternity leave.” With her words striking a chord with the young generation, the livestream became a viral sensation. Many spammed the company’s social media to criticise me. There were memes of me as a funeral portrait everywhere. Some even mailed wreaths to the office. The board ordered me to apologize live. I plugged into Cassandra’s stream and looked at her calmly. “I’m sorry, but I still can’t approve your leave.”

This book gathers different love stories, yes, love stories. All these stories that I collected over time, that were told to me by friends, acquaintances, relatives and others from my own imagination ink. And perhaps, there is some coincidence.

“Never in my wildest imagination did I thought na kailangan pa kitang ipa-kidnap para lang magkita tayo ulit. Hindi na ako papayag na makawala ka pa sa akin ulit, Calista. You’re in my possession now. And once mine, will forever be mine.”

"He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...Graveyard Watchman is created by Leslie Fear, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

I looked at the side of my bed, caressing it while imagining some things that would make me feel happy. But even my own imagination feels like betraying me, telling that this is my reality and there is nothing that I can do with that. I even ask god, do I deserve to suffer for the second time around?