Unacceptable Meme Novels & Stories

Olivia Bennett had always believed that life moved differently for some people. Growing up, she watched her friends fall in love, get attention wherever they went, and walk into rooms with a confidence she could never seem to find. She, on the other hand, had spent most of her twenty-eight years trying not to stand out. Being plus-sized had made her a target for criticism and unwanted opinions. Whether it came from relatives, strangers, or even people who claimed to care about her, there was always someone ready to remind her that she wasn't beautiful enough, slim enough, or good enough.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

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.

She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the last." She said. She was calm; she was hopeful that this one would be buried too, but people were not predictable, and their judgement and dedication could be fickle most of the time. They oscillate between love and hate on a regular basis. This could blow out of proportion before it calms down. The reaction might not be immediate as expected, but it will happen one way or the other. Even if the government successfully debunked the video and made it a hoax, there was a possibility that there would be a sect that would not buy the government's e

With that, she disappears. "You can't do this to me. Get me out of here." I scream, but it doesn't do any good. Who can fight with a demon, anyway? Alecto is one of the most ruthless demons of the underworld, and if she says I'm going to die, I know it will be true. I should have never helped her. All I had to do was keep Anton from mating with his fated mate, and I failed.

A muffled laugh broke the dead silence, and she found the cause of said laughter with his hands clapped over his mouth, blue eyes dancing as he desperately fought the urge to give in and laugh at the expense of his friend. Unfortunately, all it took was Lisa raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow for him to lose it completely. "HAHAHA! SHE CALLED YOU PLASTIC FANTASTIC, DAMON, YOUR MATE...PLASTIC FANTASTIC!!!" Mate, what!?! "Listen here, Goofy, I am not mates with Mr. Plastic, hell I don't even know him, and while I'm flattered that my mere voice causes you to go into hysterics, I need to find my classes, so if you would just move your hero-worshipping harem along I would like to get inside, c

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

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?”

The woman in the yellow dress stood beside him with a smirk. "People turned it into memes," Astrid said. She scrolled through the comments. "It is so viral even penguins in Antarctica have probably seen it. Mom's phone has not stopped ringing since last night." I pressed my face into the pillow to block out the sight. "Turn it off." Astrid did not stop. She read the words aloud in a flat tone. "'So desperate.' 'What a joke.' 'That poor guy, she ambushed him.' Here is a short one. It just says, 'stupid bitch.'"

When I tried to write out everything that had happened, it only made things worse. [Still trying to clear your name? Shameless.] [Ban him permanently. He's a disgrace.] [Feel bad for Mr. Lowell. Feel bad for his fiancée. How did they end up with someone like this?] Someone even edited a fake memorial photo of me, with the caption: [Those who send 'OK' deserve to die.] It spread through every social group like wildfire.