Novel & Cerita Triggered Memes

I muttered, snatching my own phone and opening every app I could think of. And there it was. My name was trending and there were Videos, edits, threads, and even memes. One was a clip of a snake with my name on it. Another was Sonia’s crying face next to mine, photoshopped with devil horns. People were talking like they knew me. Like I was some manipulative abuser. Some predator.

I wake up screaming my lungs out. Ang walks in glaring at me. “Are you going to scream every night and wake up the Alpha every time? You’re really making me look bad here Akira.” He looks down at the book on my lap as catch my breath. “The Moon Goddess? You read about the Moon Goddess and you’re screaming your head off still? You seriously have some prob-“, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ang,” I cut him off before he could go on and trigger my anger more. “Ang?” He questions. “Yeah stands for Asshole Night Guard,” I say as I make my way over to the sink to grab my water and chug it down.

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

I exhaled loudly as I mentally prepped myself up to deal with the two sets of people that their discussions always stretched out either my nerves or the capacity of my ready-made replies, or both, then I walked into the room with what I envisaged to be a bright smile plastered on my face. "Wipe off that cheap thing you call a smile, furl!" Trigger snapped his fingers thrice, in a typical gay-ish manner, the moment I made it in. Of course, I had been aware beforehand that Trigger would see see right through my facade; He wasn't my best friend for nothing after all. "Well, good morning to you too, dear Trevor." His knowing smile diminished into a frown the moment he heard his name. … and my s

Tabitha: I stormed into my office and nearly slammed the door in Nora's face as she came in. That bastard! I can't believe that he went that far! I sat down at my desk and, without thinking, I reached for my phone. As soon as I opened my social media, notifications came buzzing in like a swarm of flies. Everywhere I looked, everyone was using my picture as that meme. How much had Ryan really made off of this? What did he even get for making me become an internet trend, an internet laughing stock?

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“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!

I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

[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.