Stressed Memes Novels & Stories

When he managed to stop, he said, “Sorry, but I do like looking at you. And I can’t guarantee I won’t be picking on you again.” “Seriously?” Haru asked. “There’s going to be more picking on me?” “It’s because I’m...stressed out,” he said. He couldn’t find quite the right words to describe his situation where Haru was concerned, so he ended up using the words stressed out. “You’re stressed out from work and you’re picking on me to relief that stress?” Haru asked, looking quite flabbergasted. Noah smiled darkly. “If I don’t pick on you, who do you think I should pick on?”

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

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.

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~ 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.”

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At the end, I was so drained and stressed out "Ok, you look like you just ran a marathon" Jacob said chuckling I didn't even notice when he got there because I was so stressed "Well, I just wrote over ten emails, so yeah " I said slightly annoyed "Calm down tiger" Jacob said laughing "can I take you for lunch?" He said "After the strenuous activity you just put me through, you shouldn't even be asking me that. You should tell me to come have lunch" I said standing up and packing my bag

“Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.” “I’m going to fire everyone,” Max muttered. “You can’t fire them,” Landon said. “They’re already traumatized. One of the waiters won’t stop twitching every time he hears a milk frother.” Suzi leaned against the arm of the couch, giggling. “You have to admit, it’s kind of iconic.” “I’m not calling an insurance claim over coffee foam and memes,” Max said darkly. “Actually, you are,” Landon replied. “Because the insurance adjuster is on her way, and she says she needs a statement from one of the owners. That’s you, buddy.”

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.