Walking Meme Novels & Stories

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

Adapting to her current life and wanting to change for good. Angela Wilson, found herself stuck in between what's right and what's wrong and until the day she met the mysterious man who had ruthlessly entered her world as if it belongs to him and she found no way out of his grasp. ___ "You are not going anywhere Angela" My body stops moving as his deep and husky voice sounds so clear in my ears. My mind was in thought, how did he enter my apartment? how did he know where I live? but no words left my mouth. My breath hitched when his shoes tapping on the floor, alerting me that he was walking in my direction. Fists clenching when his presence felt so close to me. "You can't avoid me, My Angel"

He was the Alpha King. Savage. Unforgiving. Untouchable. She was the omega who once scarred him—and vanished. Twelve years ago, Freya, a rare female omega, dared to sink her claws into the future Alpha King, Ragnar Thorne, branding his flesh and haunting his pride. He swore vengeance that night—and when she disappeared, he swore he’d find her—one day. Twelve years later a masked woman arrives and walks straight into his arms. Bold. Defiant. Unbending. Freya has lived in the shadows, hiding her true nature and history. But her return isn't by accident. She has her secrets… and her reasons for walking straight into the lion’s den. Ragnar’s hate would turn into an obsession that will spiral into something dark, primal, and uncontrollable, and then the past claws its way back.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I married a man I couldn't touch then slept with a man I couldn't trust. After walking in on my husband in bed with my cousin and getting her pregnant. I didn’t just sign the divorce papers. I lit them on fire. Frigid, they called me. Uptight. Ice queen. So I moved out. Looked for a roommate. Someone quiet. Preferably female. Her name was Kylie. Except... Kylie turned out to be Kyle—a smug, tattooed stranger with a dirty-mouth and secrets carved into his smirk. He’s cocky, cruel, and way too hot for a man who eats peanut butter from the jar and calls it dinner. One drunken night, I let him in. All the way in. And I swore it meant nothing. Until I found my uncle lying in a pool of blood— And Kyle was holding the gun.

Heiress Juliette Lux is finally getting married, in her dream dress. But the guests aren't her friends; the person walking her down the aisle isn't her father; and the man waiting at the altar, her soon-to-be husband, is someone she has never met until yesterday---Ralph Virtus, the son of her family's mortal enemy, the Mafia King, also notoriously known to many as The Devil. And he has stolen her entire family fortune. Say all he wants, but her father will never sell his multi-billion dollar business empire, the family's legacy. He certainly won't force his precious daughter to marry the enemy and have his heir. The contract is a farce. And Juliette will seek the truth and take back what's hers. But can she reclaim her stolen heart from the devillishly witty Mafia King ...

Vanessa Carmichael never dreamed she would marry a man like Alexander Cole, the ruthless, untouchable CEO who commands respect and fear in equal measure. But when her mother’s life hangs in the balance, desperation forces her into an unthinkable deal: a three-year marriage contract with the coldest man she has ever met. Alexander makes one thing clear, this is business, not love. Yet from the moment Vanessa steps into his glittering mansion, their worlds collide in ways neither expected. At high-society galas, he shields her with icy authority. Behind closed doors, he lays down rules she refuses to follow. She pushes back; he pulls her closer. Theirs is a dangerous dance of control, passion, and secrets. But as cracks form in Alexander’s perfect mask, Vanessa begins to wonder, what is he hiding behind those dark, guarded eyes? And will she survive the fire she’s walking into…or burn for him completely?

She was just the nanny. Quiet, kind-hearted, and desperately in love with the children she cared for. He was a grieving widower with too many secrets and a heart locked in silence. And when her world fell apart, his offer came with one condition—marriage. After walking away from her first love and discovering a truth that shattered her dreams of motherhood, Monet Palmer finds herself caught between a life she planned and the one she never expected. The Abbott house was only supposed to be a job—but somewhere between bedtime stories and tear-stained lullabies, it became home. Now, with a wedding she’s not sure she wants, and a man she’s afraid to love, Monet is forced to confront the one question that haunts her: What happens when the heart chooses a family… but not the groom? In this emotional slow-burn romance, secrets, healing, and unexpected affection collide. Because sometimes, the most powerful kind of love… is the one you never saw coming.

Ellie Parkinson, a seemingly ordinary teenage girl is tormented by nightmares about a particular castle since childhood. In the nightmares, she finds herself walking across a pitch-black forest in freezing weather and the nightmare ends after the castle is seen. On reaching her eighteenth birthday, the nightmares become more frequent along with the appearance of a repulsive hooded figure who seems to be following her, and in turn, causes her loved ones to fall into grave peril. Moreover, Ellie discovers miraculous abilities and powers which she utilizes in an attempt to protect her loved ones against the forces of evil. Eventually, she goes on a road trip with her friends, Alex, Judy, and Matt to a forest, where the castle that has been appearing in her nightmares nearly her whole life emerges. Upon entering the creepy place, she unravels dark and groovy secrets about the place which provide her with a link to the nightmares, the hooded creature as well as her horrifying past.

My mother-in-law spreads lies about me having contracted an STD during my sister-in-law's wedding. When I hear this, I want to demand an explanation. However, my sister-in-law stops me and begs me to prioritize her happiness since it's her wedding. I hold myself back and wait until the reception is over. Later, my mother-in-law merely sweeps the matter under the rug and say she doesn't remember anything because she was drunk. However, the lies spread like wildfire. My neighbors scorn me, and my colleagues isolate me, treating me like a walking bacteria. I become dispirited from the constant mental distress and end up getting knocked by a car when I leave the house one day. I die from the accident. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my mother-in-law lies about me having contracted an STD.