The Selection Memes Novels & Stories

“Maya is just going to keep educating me like a child. And I need that. I get it. But while I’m doing that, I also need… I need to do something.” Rake turned his head, staring off into the trees, thinking. And when he turned back, he looked hesitantly hopeful. “What?” I asked. “There's a Selection coming up.” I blinked. “Selection? What's that?” “It's the ceremony where the powerful, unmated males who are ready to take a mate step forward and select from the group of presented females.” I frowned. “Like some kind of messed up beauty pageant?”

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

I shifted on my feet as the lengthy mating selection commenced. I’d since learned the men who were mask were from nobility and high-ranking status. As one might believe, they mostly chose Breeders from Group A. Some selected girls from Group B, but I silently rejoiced in the fact that they would never pick me.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

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I chuckled. "And me mama" Mikeila was quick to ask. "You are an angel, Mimi," I said, reaching to rub her red blushed cheeks. "Just like her mother" Aiden complained. I couldn't help but blush. "Thank you Aiden," I said. "Mama..." Ray started. "That's enough from both of you, now let's give him a name already," Aiden said. "Let's call him Ruben!" Ray suggested. "No! Let's call him Melissa!" Mimi suggested.

“And someone Mara came from but does not belong to.” Mara nodded. “And the person standing here now.” The selection pressure rose. Elena smiled through tears. “I don't need a better Elena.” The possibilities waited. “I need this one to choose.” And one by one— the alternative Elenas stopped pulling. Not erased. Not pruned. Allowed. May’s screen went still. SELECTION ACTIVITY: NONE Root whispered: “You retained access.” “Yes.” “But did not select.” “Yes.” Julia stared at her. “Can you still do it?”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I walk slowly, as rushing would be a betrayal. In a corner, I open my phone and send the first message that will set the chain in motion. An innocuous photo, a word, a clue. The public opinion algorithm will do the rest. Rumors, dull and unsharpened, quickly find teeth to grind them further. It only takes a point of friction.

The moment I thrust into Rylee's body, feeling her wetness all over my member, I was damn aroused again, wanting to take her over and over again. "Damn it!" I cursed aloud, not minding if my parents could hear me. I shut down my laptop as soon as it finished booting and checked through my phone. When I logged into my social media page, I went to my pack's profile page and saw that Dennis had updated our pack's page with information about the upcoming Luna's selection. To be scheduled at 12 noon on Saturday. I frowned after reading a few comments from some happy she-wolves in my pack. "Oh my goodness! I cannot wait to be selected!"