Yikes Meme Novels & Stories

-What are you doing here? Fuck.

Yellow canines were out in the air and animalistic grumbles caused my hairs to shake. ‘F*ck,’ I said across the mind-link. ‘Not those mother f*ckers again,’ Kane breezed out as everybody held their ground, ready for an attack. This was not on my to-do list.

I change into my slippers before I could change my outfit to a comfortable homey one. After eating our light dinner. We headed to our beds. Patty sleep so fast that it took her just a minute to snore and sleep deeply. I pick up my phone on my bed side and open my f******k account. I scrolled down on some memes and dramatic post from the group I joined. But one post stop my finger to scroll up. " Smell so good? " Is this post pointing out to me? Zeke added my on f******k and I got so hysterical seeing him on my friendrm request. My finger is shaking that time when I'm tapping the confirm button.

Undeliverable message. “Fuck!”

she said sadly, her eyes almost filling with tears. But Yaya Meme suddenly interrupted, arms crossed. “Well… at least you still got to see your Papa Gerald! Meanwhile, I haven’t seen my Papa Drick for such a long time!” she said dramatically, sighing like an actress in a soap opera. The two of them turned to look at each other. They stared, frowned, raised their eyebrows, and after a few seconds, burst out laughing as if they hadn’t just gone through chaos earlier. “Hey! Maybe tomorrow Papa Gerald and Papa Drick will have their own fan club!” Rhia joked, pointing at Meme.

“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!

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Jeez,I hate you so much Tikka! "The feelings mutual, fûckin mutual!!!"

"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."