You Never Go Full Meme Novels & Stories

I know how to manipulate a board of directors, divert an attack into a PR campaign. But here, I have lost. Because what escapes me is not a strategy. It's her. I reopen my messaging app. Type a message. Reread it five times. And I delete it. "I'm sorry." It will never be enough. I dial her number once more. Voicemail. This time, I leave a message.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

He had that rare quality of making a room feel smaller in the comfortable way rather than the threatening one. I loaded my plate and ate and tried very hard not to think about anything specific and failed entirely because my body kept volunteering unsolicited highlights from the night before that I had not requested and could not turn off. "Nala you need to see this meme, it's so you." Nova was already giggling, sliding her phone across the table toward me. I started scrolling. She wasn't wrong. The meme was deeply personal, specifically targeted at my personality in a way that felt like a personal attack, and I was going to find a way to send it to myself later.

“C’mon, Lala”, my best friend Meme begs. “My brother won’t let me go if I don’t bring you along”. Kyle is Meme’s brother, who is two years older than us. Even he knows she’s… Promiscuous is putting it nicely!

he said, sitting up fully now, his expression daring me to argue. I sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to drop it. “Fine. I’m visiting my grandmother.” For the first time, Logan hesitated, his confidence faltering just a fraction. “Oh.” I smirked, sensing an opening. “See? Told you it’s not your kind of place.” “Wait,” he said, recovering quickly. “Does she bake cookies? Because if cookies are involved, I’m in.” I rolled my eyes. “No, Logan. My grandmother doesn’t bake cookies. She doesn’t bake anything. She... she has dementia.”

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

"What... what have you done to me?" "I gave you exactly what you asked for, Father," Jade whispered, her face inches from his as he collapsed to his knees, his muscles seizing. "A memory of this moment that your brain will never be able to erase. You’ll be awake, and you’ll be alive, but you’ll never move a finger again."

Wait until only 5 minutes, I quickly returned to the parking lot and opened the car door. "Sorry Key, I forgot about you because I was too excited about the goat satay!" "Ugh, what a man. All men are the same!” I stared at Key silently, I was already sitting at one of the empty tables. Then followed by Key who had ordered and also sat in front of me. Did I look at key, why suddenly became like a girl in general? All men are the same, those 5 words really made my little brain unable to think clearly. It is difficult to interpret the meaning of those 5 words. "So, am I the same as Shawn Mendes if all men are the same Key?"

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.