The Untamed Memes Novels & Stories

she asserts. They are shorts for a teenage girl, which is unfortunate for him. A tall, powerful man would not fit in this garment. Who made any comments regarding sleeping? Lana can't even look him in the eyes without smiling when he winks because the shorts are too much for her. The last few minutes of the walk are spent in solitude, with Lana periodically bursting into fits of laughter, forcing him to stop and repair his shorts. She turns to face him and smiles broadly. "You could trade shorts with me, I have to see the leader of this pack," he complains.

Uncertain. "What do you mean, 'always'?" I turned back toward the dying fire. "Nothing." "You said it in the study too that we can't undo choices we've already made. That we can't bring back the version of you who trusted us." His footsteps drew closer. "Lyra, I have an excellent memory. It's what makes me valuable to this pack. And I can tell you with absolute certainty that you've never used that specific phrasing before tonight." Damn him. Damn his meticulous mind and his inability to let anything go.

It was the girls’ group chat, and Ciara just sent a party GIF telling us to gather up and go clubbing sometime. “Oh, fuck,” I sighed heavily.

Eliza was two days old then and looked adorable in her pink onesies with the print Daddy’s Favorite Girl, which Aaron thought was a controversial message to the world. To ensure no pictures of us will circulate on the net, my PR team and security details had all the pictures deleted, but without telling them, I kept this one on my file. I was supposed to stay quiet and not disclose anything in public until I told Jessamine everything, but last night, while thinking of what to do, I uploaded the picture to my social media account. “Have you gone crazy?” Sasha asked angrily this morning but stopped asking more when I answered Yes.

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two. Olivia’s finger jabbed across the screen, flipping through endless reposts. “It’s everywhere, Damien. T*****r, I*******m, TikTok…memes are already trending. Someone packaged this deliberately. This isn’t random. This was set up.” She bit her lip, then blurted: “What if it’s the Osmonds again?!” Her words knifed through me. But this is not something they would do. My eyes snapped up to meet hers as I remembered.

He clicks on it and staring back at him, is a picture of himself, moving away as clowns came near. He looks terrible, drunk and at the same time terrified. Tempering the urge to throw the phone away from himself, he scrolls down and sees different captions to the meme and one particular one by Ash Glam's Twitter page that reads "Undone assignments when they are due..." They had the guys to post it as well? They basically fueled the meme going viral. He goes back and checks the second hot topic. "Owner of B&F accused of Plagiarism right after Gail's death." He clicks on it and sees a news link and clicks on it as well.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌