Tea Party Memes Novels & Stories

Lena said with a grin. “And did,” I quoted, using the viral pop artist meme. The shock on my friends’ faces is so Priceless. Could sell it for millions. “Wait. You’re on TikTok?” Katie shrieked. “Can’t believe all it took was a dick to show you your true potential,” Lena added, ever sarcastic. “Who said it was only his dick?” I teased. Their gasps joined my collection of unforgettable memories. My friends have never been this caught off guard—and I love it.

Meme and Travis’ mouths drop open and Jonny chuckles into my neck. “Yeah, okay!”, says Meme. “Large popcorn, lots of salt, and don’t be stingy with the butter, Tray. Also, sparkling water for Lala and two cokes, so she and her boy toy won’t need to drink mine after they’ve just had their mouths on each other. Oh, and a box of Snow Caps”. “That’s it Meme?”, asks Travis. “You know she’s loaded, right”? “Yeah”, barks Meme. “And that’s what’s wrong with you! Ring us up gold digger”!

“Oh, for crying out loud…” Another message popped up from one of my Alpha team members. Sir, trending tags are now #PregnantBachelor #SiblingDrama #JayGate. I buried my face in my hands. “#JayGate… they made a scandal out of all this… how was Jay going to feel waking up to see that what we have been trying hard to cover up for months is all over the internet… will he ever forgive me..? By the time I refreshed again, a meme had already gone viral an edited photo of some strange carrying Jay bridal style with the caption:

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Taylor's POV The morning after the gala tasted like lightning. My phone, which I’d finally turned back on, was a live wire. Notifications screamed. Headlines blared. #PantsuitPower was trending alongside #SterlingScandal. Clips of me in my conference suit telling Eleanor Sterling her money wasn’t welcome had more views than last season’s championship highlights. Kiera video-called, her face filling my screen like a proud battle commander. “You’re a meme, babe. A glorious, unapologetic meme. They’re calling you the ‘Anti-Cinderella.’”

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

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.

Just stared at the table, his jaw working, his hands gripping the edge hard enough that his knuckles went white. One of the staffers approached cautiously. “Sir, we’ve got another problem.” Alfred looked up. “What now?” “Social media. The memes. They’re spreading faster than we can report them. People are making jokes. Turning you into a punchline.” “Show me.” The staffer handed over a tablet. Alfred scrolled through it, his face darkening with every swipe. Images of him photoshopped into ridiculous scenarios. Captions mocking him. Videos set to music. Clips from his speeches edited together with the photos to make him look like a hypocrite.

“You can’t keep running away from Duchess or the other women. You simply don’t have to speak to them.” “Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who became a meme on social media,” Kate said sullenly. “What is a meme?” Tony asked. “That silly video they posted on the internet of me jumping out of my chair at The Peninsula. That’s a meme,” Kate explained. “Oh, I see,” said Tony. “Still, we must go to the party together. That way, I can finally introduce you to people who matter. None of my business associates and acquaintances have met you in person.”