Toxic Meme Novels & Stories

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

It took a great deal of dedication to keep something like that up . “Anyway,” she continued, "I just thought to let you know that I saw the meme that Ryan posted and I have to say that it is disgusting of him to have done that. I mean, the guy is a total loser. What he did was a very low blow. But then again, what else do you really expect from a guy as cowardly as him?”

It was too much fun to see and hear her unfiltered like this to waste such a good opportunity. I wasn't a first-class jerk. "No, I'm not insane; the insane one is someone who consumes that kind of stuff. But well... who am I to judge?" "Oh, please! Don't hit me with the Michael Jackson meme, it's too worn out and old... I don't know, update it with a funnier meme." I couldn't believe she was already daring to say something to me.

A million different versions of her anger, twisted into clickbait. It had over four million views. And worse—comments. “Damn, she’s got hands.” “She’s sleeping with both brothers??” “Real housewives energy but make it couture.” “Can someone say UNHINGED QUEEN???” Her throat tightened. The thing she hated most was—it wasn’t even about her anymore. It was a performance now. A meme. “I’ll fix it,” she whispered, almost to herself. Harry raised an eyebrow. “How?” She looked up at him, jaw set.