Vince Neil Memes Novels & Stories

But there was something else, too. "Oh my god, this is definitely Ray and Bill’s doing," Neville said, bursting into laughter. I realized it was a video taken from my home's security camera. The main content was the fight from this morning, but edited to mock Eli—showing him lunging to bite me in the posture of a cockroach. This time, I laughed. My laughter was loud and unmistakable. Especially when I saw that Leo had included my name in the credits for contributing to the legal improvements.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

Who the fuck captured this scene? I looked at Neil, tears in my cheeks. "You have got to be kidding me, Neil, what is this video all about?!" His lips paled . "Fuck, let me explain this. Damn, what's even happening? No, Sydney, hear me,okay? I can't remember that I did something like that." "Asshole." "I am saying the truth, Sydney! Fuck!" Irritatedly, he ruined his hair. "So what can you say to this video?" I pointed out the screen, my breathing so heavy, my eyes could only feel the coolnes of my own tears. "Do not tell me you were just fucking drunk that time?!"

My mind recalled everything, every life I'd lived with Neil Morreti back in college and M16. Neil was the brain, and I was the enforcer. Our little team was well-known in college, and all the girls fell for us. I laughed as I remembered an incident where Neil got drunk and almost kissed Ruby, the school's slob. He thought she was his college girlfriend, and that night, the pictures went viral. As soon as Neil recovered from his drunk state the next day and saw the pictures, he hacked into all the accounts that posted them, and all the pictures went down in a matter of minutes; none of the accounts could be retrieved by the users. He didn't stop there; he went to the homes of all the students

Viene’s POV Neil set up in the small study instead of the lab this time. No screens on the walls, no recording rig, just a notepad, a pen, and the two of us across a narrow table. “This isn’t a formal session,” he said. “I just need the details while they’re still fresh. Before your memory smooths them out.” “Smooths them out how?” “People round off pain. They round off pleasure too. I need the actual shape of it, not the version you tell yourself afterward.”

“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!

The video clip was Neil’s interview. … Neil was in Shane’s office. Both of them spent a long time looking at their phones. Shane had pulled several strings to cut the video clip’s clout, but he was still amused by the posts he saw here and there. There were a few of them that stood out. [Disclaimer: I’m Neil Harris’ friend. I can be witness that he absolutely does not have a fiancee!] [I have insider news. Neil’s not in any relationship. He has never lied to his fans. He’s been sincere and open!]

~ Hailey ~ The storm begins before the sky even realizes it’s supposed to rain. By the time Ethan and I step out of the boardroom hand-in-hand, with our relationship declared, half the company already has it posted, reposted, filtered, captioned, and turned into memes. Kevin meets us outside the elevator looking like a man who has aged ten years in ten minutes. “Hailey… Ethan… the internet is— I don’t know how to say this but— the memes are disrespectful. Hilarious, but disrespectful.”

“Young Master, the brother you’re talking about…who is he?” “A guy I met online.” Neil continued typing away on his keyboard without even raising his head. “Last time when I embedded a virus in the video, he wanted to crack the video, so we became friends. He’s good at this stuff, I should ask him.” As he spoke, he tapped away at the keyboard and sent a message to an online user named ‘Midas’. [Midas, Midas, I need your help! Why can’t the comms device that you taught me how to make bypass the jamming device?]

Headquarters for LunaTech, officially. I sank into my ridiculously expensive desk chair with a fresh coffee in hand, ready to bask in the glory of sealing the Wolfe deal. But first, a little distraction. I flipped open my laptop. Might as well see what fresh hell was trending.. and oh, buddy. It was a masterpiece. My screen was filled with it. Videos, screenshots and memes... the whole internet was having a field day and the top video had already racked up millions of views. I clicked play. There was Victoria, live on her stream, doing her glamour queen act. Smiling that fake tight smile, holding up some stupidly expensive highlighter.