Why You So Obsessed With Me Meme Novels & Stories

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

what are you taking about? ''''I mean By any chance you guys are together again?????'''' '''No ways,,, shut up why did you even think that????''' '''Oh thankfully,,, You saved me... I mean you know when you are angry or sad these emotions usually dominate and you both are already so close so I was wondering If you by any chance are together again but thankfully your answer was a relief... It means I still have a chance...''' '''You were talking about mourning and something like that..... You are distracting from your topic again.... What happened?????'''''

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

"Yes, you said that you're obsessed with this body." "You shouldn't be shocked; you can feel the effects of that obsession in every moment we spend together. Instead of being rational and dignified as you usually are, I prefer to be an irrational, undignified man when I'm with you. Look at what we're doing on this secluded beach night? A regular picnic? No way! This is a 'picnic plus plus!'" "But I am fat! I am ugly! I am poor! I am not good enough for you! So, how? How could you be obsessed with my body?"

"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.

You’re either next in line… or next in the grave. What the fuck was going on?

Just raw obsession typed in perfect grammar like it came from a CEO who owned both your salary and your soul. I needed therapy. I needed holy water. I needed a priest. "Did that bastard fuck you last night?” His words flashed across the screen like a bullet to my chest. My stomach churned. “Is that why you’re still sick? Because he’s had you all night long?” I wanted to vomit. I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it out loud—well, not out loud, but in text—felt like a slap to the face. My hands were shaking now. Why the hell was he so obsessed with Elvis? Did he honestly think I was so easily swayed? I wasn’t some toy for him to break apart and put back together whenever he felt like it

I even caught him licking his lips. “How many subs do you have?” I asked. Even I was shocked the words came out. His expression shifted at the question too. He smirked. “Why do you ask?” Well. I’d already started. Fuck it. I didn’t know if it was the wine or just a simple, horny girl who wanted her v-card taken. “I want to be your only sub,” I said. He crossed his arms, a slow smile crossing his face. “Hmm. Did you have my drink?”

I can't risk her hearing about how annoying and wicked her father is. Me: The man made me prepare six coffees today. Tessa: Six??? Is he insane! Or does he have a caffeine addiction. Me: Maybe he has a personality disorder. A message bubble appeared immediately. Tessa: I'm sure your hatred towards him has doubled. Someone understood my pain. I typed back a reply. Me: He complained because I placed coffee on his desk. Tessa: Where did he want it? On the floor? Me: Apparently.

He swallows hard and says: “Fuck, I can see exactly why my twin brother is obsessed with you!”