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black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

"Well, well, Gustav's pulling out his PR shield." ‌ Vanya leaned closer to the screen, her eyes narrowing. "He's got his moves, that's for sure." ‌ Vasky, not one to back down, tapped away at his keyboard. "Let's respond with another meme. A witty comeback, right?" ‌ The digital battlefield was alive with tension, strategies, and words that cut sharper than any blade. The gang was fighting not just for a story, but for the truth—a truth that would bring justice and expose corruption. The virtual realm had become their stage, and each meme, each headline, was a line in the script of their battle.

Until— “…Ethan is sooo brave! I wish I could’ve seen him fight the wolf!” That voice rang out clearly from the table beside them. A group of girls were huddled over their phones, giggling, showing each other posts and photoshopped images of Ethan in all kinds of heroic poses. “Oh my God, did you see the meme? Someone put his face on a gladiator.” “I woul faint if he even looked at me.” “He’s so mysterious… like he’s carrying a burden or something. That brooding look.” Graham groaned. “I’m gonna be sick.”

"Keep your wings down bro, it's the truth!" I shook my head. "I have strict rules. Don't treat someone you want to be with like a hook up, don't treat a hook up like a mate, and don't screw around with your friend's sister." "Yeah, that's a rule that Aiden needs to learn to follow!" Manny said as he took off running across the yard before shifting into Ian, his sandy blonde wolf. "YOU'RE DONE!" Aiden yelled as he shifted into Waya and took off after Ian.

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

"Look at his reaction! I bet it's definitely love turned into hatred. He deliberately leaked the defensive strategy to the opponents as revenge. Disgusting." "Did you manage to recover the files?" Ian asked, interrupting them. "All recovered!" Seconds later, countless intimate photos of Ian and me were projected onto the massive screen. The entire office fell into a deathly silence. Ian's face froze. However, a split second later, he laughed coldly and pointed at the screen mockingly. "You really are my biggest fan after all, Claude Manning. Where did you get all these photos from? Did you seriously edit my face into every single one of your photos?"

The second half of the foundation reception was a closed demonstration for the new autonomous wingman project. Julian stood at the presentation platform, briefing the board and military representatives on the cooperative control system. When the flight-adaptation segment began, he handed me the remote terminal and said quietly, "This part is yours." I looked at him. He stepped aside and gave me the floor.