Twisted Wonderland Memes Novels & Stories

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. 😈💅"

“I’ve never been to one of these before.” Tales stared at him. “...What?” Raja nodded toward the park. “We have time. Let’s have fun.” Tales rubbed his temple. “Raja, you said you wanted to see how I lived when I lost my memories. To tell you, amusement park is not included. What part of this screams ‘fun’ to you?” Raja tilted his head and chuckled lightheartedly. “The part where you’re already dreading it.” Tales opened his mouth, then closed it.

I thought when my hair whips around my face. Turning a corner, small dots appeared and grew in size, turning into flashlights from the rest of the group. Tired voices and grumbling friends greet us, but my face is plastered with a smile because that day was the first day of summer, and the war inside my mind could finally take a back seat for a while. There was this energy you can’t ignore, and I just know it was going to be fucking memorable. And it was...it really was. At least my thirteen year old self thought it was…

I logged into goggle and clicked on the search engine. I typed. *What notes can you attach when giving flowers to a lady?* That was incredibly long. And for a moment,I thought I wouldn't get any suitable answer. But then,the results displayed on the screen. I smiled and ran through the options. *I love you,1,2,3...forever* No... that's not catchy enough. *I do not think much,I do not think often but when I think,I think of you* Well, this is quite true,maybe I could explore more options.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

I can't help but laugh at the memories. "What time do you think we will get there?" Luca says, knocking me from my train of thought. "Hopefully, around seven so we are not late for the party. You know how dad and mom are about being on time." I replied. "Yeah, I can't wait to get home and see everyone. It has been too long." Lucca says. "How crazy do you think they went with the party?" Luca laughs out loud as he says it. We both know how big our birthday parties were, even when we were little. On one of our birthdays, I think it was my ninth birthday; they got a bouncy house. Who gets something that's constructed out of poppable material and inflated with air for a group of werewolves. It w

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

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

“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!