Knuckles Meme

In a world where dragons are worshipped as gods, there are humans unfortunate enough to be tasked with breaking down and picking up their stool. Therefore, this is the story of how Nine, a Knuckle Scraper, came into possession of a phoenix egg and became the last hope of humanity.

Felix Ariel, a typical Floridian, found himself transported to a mysterious kingdom in another world. However, a misunderstanding led to Felix accidentally killing the king, resulting in his untimely demise. Following this tragic event, Felix's spirit encountered a mysterious being who identified as Felix's ancestor. This entity claimed that Felix had been cursed by an unknown individual. For Felix's safety, the ancestor bestowed upon him a system for self-defense. Upon returning to Earth, Felix realized that he would be transmigrated to the alternate world at noon due to the lingering curse. To prepare for this unexpected transmigration, Felix relied on the system, which required him to gather oil and gold to enhance his abilities. Thus began Felix's quest in the other world. With his system, he brought firearms and an ambition to spread liberty... for prosperity and freedom. ... Author's note: I got burnt out after trying to write a serious, action-packed story. So, I guess I'll return to what I do best: writing a stupid comedy novel. Again, this is a satire story. Expect memes and stereotypes. Don't take anything seriously. Lastly, this story takes place after Florida Man's General Store in Cultivation World. The MC is Leo's descendant. You don't need to read the previous novel to understand this story, but those who have will enjoy some easter eggs.

[LitRPG / Isekai / Adventure / Action / Comedy] Inspired by Mushoku Tensei, God of War, Bloodborne, Elden Ring & Warhammer 40k. Zen Hawthorn is a strange fellow, born with a curse that makes everyone questions his sanity. In a cruel twist of fate, he embarks on a journey to avenge his grandfather; further unlocking the mysteries of the world he lives in. Join him, on an action-adventure-romcom journey filled with Demons, Celestials and Cosmic Beings as he narrates from his humble beginning, to the prevention of the Demon King's resurrection and more. Beware of plentiful memes, Easter Eggs and references found within. This story contains Japanese folklores, Norse & Greek mythology along with Elves, Demons, Reptilians, Vikings and Dragons. Have fun reading! Book 1 - Not An Isekai Story (Completed) Book 2 - Not An Isekai Story Unshipped (In Progress) Book 3 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story (Coming Soon) Book 4 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story Unlimited (Coming Soon)

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

[Wouldn't recommend reading this. I butchered the starting premium chapter pretty badly, now this is just an incomplete memory.] [ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

WEALTH,FAME,POWER,UNCHARTED FRONTIERS AND VAST KNOWLEDGE,THOSE WHO WANT IT SEEK IT! ALL HIS LIFE YOUNG ALESUL DREAMED OF BEING A "SEEKER", EXPLORERS OF THE UNKNOWN. WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW IS THAT THIS WORLD IS FAR BIGGER AND MUCH MORE CRUELER THAN HE COULD EVER HOPE TO FATHOM.THE STRINGS OF DESTINY REACH FAR AND WIDE, WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY HAVE IN STORED FOR THIS YOUNG KNUCKLE HEAD.

What makes a god? Is it their power? Their renown? Or their legacy and the impact they havw on those who follow them? Crimson Shadow is a story about one boy's struggle against the odds and his eventual rise to the peaks beyond human capability. Set in a world where most of the Old Gods are either dead or wounded as a result of a cataclysmic war, the story follows another victim of loss in Akairo Kivuli Kamaitachi. Born only a few years after the Great War which claimed the lives of billions, he must rise from the ashes and desperately cling to his humanity lest his soul be consumed by nihilism. What to expect: ÷ The Protagonist isn't the Hero. He is just another cog in the cycle of sorrow. That said, he will carve a path for himself through the strength in his fists and his will. ÷ Tense and gripping action that will vary from bare knuckle brawls to showdowns that will dim entire clusters of galaxies! ÷ A cast of unique and interesting characters! ÷ Deep and Expansive lore that spans entire galaxies!

It was wrong to be with her. And it was wrong to mess with him. They shouldn't be near each other. Anthony Kiel Cruise was just your typical bad boy with inferior complexity. For him, it was all just pure Attraction and the need for attention. For him, it was just a game, and it would be over soon. Cristina Rielle Cordova would rather sulk her ass off rather than be near the typical bad boy. She would rather listen to music and share memes on her newsfeed than experience the so-called stupid love. She hates him. He loves playing with girls' hearts. She is a snob. He is annoying. She is a challenge for him. Then everything slowly changes, and those changes aren't acceptable to him. But slowly and surely, he wants him wrapped against his carnivorous fingers, just like how he was wrapped in hers. "Cristina Rielle Cordova," the guy whispered to himself when he saw the girl. "Dude, it looks like you're attracted to the girl you've been staring at since earlier," said his friend Ken. He's right. He is damn attracted to Cristina Rielle Cordova. Not because she's attractive. He only has one reason. Cristina Rielle Cordova is the only girl who doesn't fall all over him. He has the looks and everything, but his charisma leaves the girl unaffected. "Cristina Rielle Cordova, I'll wrap you in my carnivorous fingers and be mine." A wicked smirk came out of his lips. Cristina Rielle Cordova, you're going to be mine.

What happens when an ordinary guy finds himself in the most extraordinary position? Meet Jake, a laid-back underachiever who suddenly wakes up in the body of the President of a quirky, chaotic nation! With a cabinet full of oddball advisors, a nation on the brink of hilarity, and a series of outrageous events spiraling out of control, Jake must navigate the treacherous waters of politics, diplomacy, and, of course, the constant barrage of memes. Armed with nothing but his offbeat sense of humor and a knack for bizarre solutions, Jake dives headfirst into a whirlwind of diplomatic disasters, celebrity antics, and mind-boggling conspiracies. As he tries to juggle international crises with a series of laugh-out-loud moments, he quickly discovers that leading a country is no joke—especially when his predecessors left behind a mountain of absurd problems.

'The famous mister truck strikes again.' A joke in her mind turned to reality. She thought that the famous mister truck would remain on those novels and anime's she had read and watched. But when it was her turn to have the chance in going back in time, she made a vow to mister truck. 'Okay mister truck, since you gave me a second chance I will make sure that this time I will succeed.' ***** This is the typical story of her being hated by the male lead. She was hated because he and his love couldn't be together for the fact that she and he ended up getting drunk one night and woke up beside each other the next day, NAKED. Indeed, cliché... It was only later that she found out that it was actually a plot of his mother who didn't like his lover for being poor and believes that she was a heiress. Once again a cliché route... But alas she was not, she was disowned by her family and had lived on her own for long. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a villainess. She was simply trying to fulfill a promise. Now that she has the chance, she still chose to continue trying to fulfill her promise in this second life. What can she do? She was a stubborn person. But this time she has no plans on failing. She will... SAVE HIM... A cliché route? Nope not at all... Because she was not the cliché female lead either... ***** "Yes, yes, I am already tired of that as well. Don't worry I am stopping now, mama's boy." There was mock in her tone and he couldn't help but to turn red in anger. The phone in his hand was gripped tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You-" "Good bye, mama's boy." *BEEP BEEP* This was the very first time he became furiously speechless towards her. ***** When she opened her eyes, she saw him towering over her. "Hmmm isn't it that sleeping beauty will see the seven dwarves once she opens her eyes? Why am I seeing a giant?" He frowned at her words. At the same time she did. "Were there any dwarves in sleeping beauty?" ***** "It's the wicked witch, here to bully cinderella?" Then she muttered, "Oh no, I think that does not match. Was there a witch in cinderella?" The mother was gritting her teeth in anger while she contemplated on the story of cinderella if there was a witch in it. ***** "Do it." A gun was pointed at her temple but her eyes focused on his. She said only two words but her eyes were saying more. 'Trust yourself for you can do it.' She even tilted her head a little to the side without the gunman noticing. Now with only a space with the size of a pingpong ball, he aimed his gun. If he shoot that pingpong ball sized space perfectly, the man will die. If he don't then she will die. When he wavered and turned to look at her eyes, she was actually smiling and mouthed, 'You will be able to save me.' *BANG* *UPDATES DAILY* Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING) Disclaimer: Cover photo not mine... Please message me if I needed to change it... Please support me on this page as well: https://patreon.com/user?u=52128033&utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)

[One] The first time she saw him, he was just coming out of the theater, holding a cane, wearing a dark gray overcoat with the hem reaching down to his knees, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was tall and straight. His fingers were long, and his knuckles were large and prominent. So much so that she completely didn't notice his grizzled temples and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Later, she learned that he had been married three times and his eldest daughter had already married and had children. He is fifty-five years old. He is an old man who could be her father. [Two] "We are not suitable.I am too old." He said with a smile, lit a cigar, and held it lightly between two knuckly fingers. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over him. Although he was over fifty, he had kept his figure very well. His chest muscles were firm and his abdomen was flat. The most crucial thing was that his eyes were full of maturity and wisdom. Unlike some young lads, he could restrain his smile. He could laugh heartily, but no matter how heartily he laughed, there was always an endearing elegance. Being too old is not his fault. She thought it was that she was too young. Men all like young and beautiful girls, but at this moment, in front of him, being young has unexpectedly become her disadvantage. She is deeply self-abased because of her youth. [Three] If they were just two souls, without age. without gender, without identity, completely disconnected from the outside world, then they could indeed fall in love. One soul is qualified to love another soul. However, an old life does not have the qualification to love a young life. One-sentence summary: Little crazy one x Old man Theme: Love can transcend everything.

A meme-y blurb that might become a thing later.

This was a random fever dream I wrote when I was 14, goodness me what the hell was I even doing:4. Maybe I'll continue this for the meme of it, or ill never.

"Your options are, either accept your fate and move on to whatever afterlife awaits you, or come with me and live again." Dying was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. After they died in a swimming pool accident, the 23-year-old gender-fluid person met Alpha 7419, aka Alfie, a transmigration system that recruited them in his mission to save the multiverse. Sounds exciting, right? It was for Sam. Not so much for Alfie, who now had to babysit a troublesome host who seemed far more interested in sleeping around than actually completing their assignments. —Excerpt— "You do remember I can read your thoughts, don't you?" the system asked, his voice cracking nervously, hoping that this pervert would have at least some inkling of shame at being caught in her fantasies. He shouldn't have counted on it. Sam grinned wickedly, clearly delighted. Raising her eyebrows and gazing up at him flirtatiously through her thick lashes, she asked, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" The alpha system's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. "N-n-no! I wasn't made to function like that!" "I am a highly advanced AI system!" he insisted, furious, and, he had to admit, slightly frightened by the unfamiliar feeling aroused in him by the image of himself panting and crying out as his knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the sheets. "Hush," Sam crooned at the flustered AI. She grinned wickedly at her soon-to-be partner. "I won't do anything to you that you aren't begging me for on hands and knees." ***ADULT CONTENT WARNING*** This novel contains explicit materials unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

[Mature content] ........ The rough kids were starting to annoy Harley. They should have died yesterday when they wanted to harass a Velvet, the new girl in their school. And today, probably, they would die. Harley was standing behind, and infront of the racks that contained books, when Reid had come to appear from the sides, along with his ugly friends. They gnashed their teeth in frenzy excitement while holding baseball bats. They must have smuggled it from wherever they belong. And they started to close in. “Come to the dark side, Harley. We would make a great team, hm? ” Reid a boy with jet black fauxhawk hair told her. Flame tee shirt , shorts, and reigning shoes, he wore. “ It would only take your feral dog type to join in the team.”were her blunt, dull words, dripping with venom that at the moment, poisoned his heart. Reid's eye twitched again in anger. This was the second time Harley was calling him an insane dog and it made his blood boil. Then, the girl's lips curled,“ What you gonna do? Bark?” That was it!! Reid swatted his bat for a hit, that he missed. The next attempt, and she caught hold of his bat hand to kick the air outta him... Reid flew over to crash into the rack behind him. Books fell and hit him, and were strewn over. “ Yaa!!”Ugly number two turned toward Harley to hit her that he missed with a step at her side, where it hit one of the racks that the impact of the bat to collide with the wood, so mighty that it left a fresh dent mark on it. Now, Harley was sure not to let that thing touch her, or else... Now, the next person was quick to appear at Harley's side so fast that when Ugly number two, had swatted his bat again, it hit him to unconsciousness. “ You'll pay for that!” he snarled. He lunged at Harley who held his arm instantly,that he screamed as she began to twist it, to dislocate his bone from his shoulder. He then sprawled on the floor and wailed in so much agony. “ Eddie!” Reid screamed,he glared at the girl, ” Fucker!" “ Kids!!” Mr Salmon Creek who was the kid's counselor, yelled at the pre-teens who were clawing at each other. Neither of them, however, paid heed to the counselor, as both were driven to the edge to injure, or worst, kill. “ The rest of you, back to class!” demanded the blonde counselor at the kids who were not involved but we're standing idly to watch. They soon, dragged their feet at his command, leaving fewer crowd behind that contained Harley's friends that were naughty. "Enough!!!” Mr Salmon tried to stop the fight. But Harley was madder to think about stopping. Her face was wrapped in rage likewise Reid. Reid slammed Harley to the wall and went down to finish with her. Wrapping his hand round her slender neck for a strangle, Harley felt her breathing hitch. A sudden groan left his lips on feeling the pain of Harley's hit at his groin. And Harley switched their position swiftly to slam his head against the wall. Reid cursed in a little bit of disorientation but yet, got up to fight. Dodging several attacks of the boy, Harley kicked him where he slammed open, the back doors of the library, his back hitting the mirrored glass hard before falling face flat where the impact alone had caused it to crack... As he slowly rose, Harley kicked him in the jaw and pulled him up to his feet before slamming punches at his face till her knuckles were bruised and coated in his blood. The next move had been unexpected as Harley had twirled to kick him, sending him to hit the glass once again before it'd finally shattered open with Ried to fall off through the huge flaw. Silence filled the library after gasps of terror had left the children's lips and Mr Salmon's jaw dropped. Harley had openly murdered someone.

[WPC#270 - Silver Place Winner] In the age of superheroes, Miao Xiaomao was one of the mediocre commoners, who had no superpower. Xiaomao and his senior cat died in an accident. But when he came back to his sense again, Miao Xiaomao found himself regressing to the past. Using his knowledge from the future, Xiaomao invested in the VRMMO game early to prepare for the new age - The Age of Superhuman and Cultivators. He would soon find himself integrating with his in-game character to awaken his superpower and become one of the superhumans. What about his character's choice? A cat dad like him couldn't possibly play a normal game character! "I'M A SUPERHERO, MUNYA!" ...... Q&A because synopsis is too mainstream. Question: What should you know before you read? Answer: This novel shares the same universe as my previous work [Villain Cultivator]. You may find people, names, places, and backstory of things from the other story, and some readers may comment on the things you don't know. Question: Should I be concerned about this? Answer: No. Even if you don't know the background, you can still enjoy the novel as the story will eventually reveal everything to the readers. Question: What should I expect from this novel? Answer: I'll list it for you. - Human MC's story in the real world. - Fluffy, naughty, and obnoxious non-humanoid MC's story in the VRMMO game world. - Weak OP Protagonist to OMGWTFLMAO-OP Protagonist - Munya munya munya munya munya! - Cryptocurrency, NFT technologies, and crypto investment. - Game Character Integration - Superpower and Super Heroes in the real world. - Cultivators, spirit stones. - Memes, parodies, stereotypes, comedy - Plot Twists... MANY Plot Twists.

An Archive of memes

Pour toi, coeur de poète avec une âme de pirate et un esprit vagabond. Je t'invite a voyager avec moi, contempler l'univers, l'inconscient et leurs secrets.(fic)

"Journey through multiverse pizzas with cosmic toppings and hilarious memes in 'Pizza Chronicles: A Multiverse Slice of Memes!'

Angelo Verde is a spy who investigates the Mafia's underground business. In the middle of an undercover operation, some unavoidable events leave him no choice but to serve Marvel Yerevan, the Mafia crime boss of one formidable Family. The taste of horrible and peculiar experiences in the underworld does not stop him from stepping deeper into the Mafia's territory, all to gain Marvel's trust. Ready to submit, even become a plaything, he will act subservient while secretly taking advantage of his position for the investigation to complete the tasks he is given. But, can he win the mission when he has never been victorious over a personal battle with the boss? EXCERPT I: "Sir, I think you need to change your clothes, or else you will catch a cold." I suggested Marvel, using his half-wet suit of rain as an excuse to get to know him better. The man in front of me was so tall and well-built, his physique exposed both strength and beauty. It wasn't out of curiosity that I patted his shoulder to sweep the wet dots away, but I wanted to create a connection with him. "If you don't mind, let me help you," I smiled. "It's my responsibility to take care of your health and serve you, so let's go to your room and change-" The coldness of fingers touching my cheek startled me, freezing up the rest of my words. Before I could develop a reaction, the artistic form of a man had turned blurry above my dilated eyes when Marvel reduced our distance. Seizing up the air I meant to breathe in, his lips contrived a way to communicate with mine without the need for words. I always asked myself, what should I do to get closer to Marvel, to step into his territory, to make him trust me? I think I know now. EXCERPT II: "It isn't that hard," Marvel convinced me, sure of it. His knuckles slithered above my cheek. "All you have to do is put it inside your mouth and just let it slide above your tongue." His words were followed by a gesture of his thumb teasing my lips until I felt it in between my teeth. Demanding access, it started to push in deeper, stroking my tongue without any sign of reluctance. When his eyes slightly narrowed to hold a smile, the steel blue marbles glimmered, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from this handsome gent in front of me. "You can do it, right?" At first, I wanted to pretend I didn't understand what Marvel was talking about, but my attempt to be indifferent might not work against someone with a character like his, knowing how much power he had, and I realized what his true intention was. I forced my mouth to open, only later did I know that those simple words would change my fate completely. "Yes, Sir."

Amber is a young girl that has lived 2 lives. The first one is tragic and haunts her in her second life that she wants to live to the fullest yet the darkness somehow always appear wanting to swallow her and take away her happiness... Again. Yet she is always shameless and never scared of danger or any consequences of her actions ~Excerpt~ ‘Ugh! I just want to skip! God, why do you hate me so much! Nothing good ever happens when I try to do what I want.’ Amber whined inside her heart flopping half of her body on the desk with her snow-white wrists sticking out at the front of the desk. Her long silky Midnight-black hair covered most of her body But slid down her stunning face accentuating her small, delicate frame making her look like she was a doll because she looked so still yet beautiful and Ethereal catching everyone's attention. Amber felt everyone’s gaze on her so she propped her pointed chin on her knuckles smiling at everyone who became in a daze when they saw the doll become even more enchanting. “What? Is everyone here so infatuated with how perfect I look that they can't tear their gaze away from me?” Amber said with a provocative look. Everyone who heard her only thought of one sentence ‘Narcissistic Demon Goddess is too Shameless’ they all felt like puking blood from her shameless words. This the first time I have thought of publishing I hope you guys like it.

In the crazy journey of our main protagonist, he finds himself abruptly whisked away into a world where the concept of power reigns supreme. Here, the landscape is painted in stark hues of dominance and submission, where the powerful dictate the fates of the powerless with overwhelming strength. As our main character travles through this unkown land, he comes face to face with the harsh realities of a world where only the strong survive and the weak are left to suffer in the darkness of their own vulnerability. In this world of unforgiving brutality, he must learn to harness the power at his disposal or face the consequences of being devoured by its merciless grasp.

[Mature Content] A humble shop owner struggling to make ends meet in the modern world, storms into a company to demand her money back for a defective vibrator when she meets the arrogant and dangerous boss, Alaric Draconis. In a twisted tale of rags to riches, love and war; something dark lies just beneath the surface, challenging Ari's world as she knows it. There are things out there that prey on humans, hidden councils that keep mortals oblivious to the bloodthirsty beasts that lurk in the shadowed streets of Seattle Washington. In a world of witches, ghosts, succubus', werewolves, and vampires, Ari is the most dangerous piece in the game: a blood doll that strengthens a vampire's ability. The ultimate weapon between warring supernaturals. —————————————————————- Ari used a single hand to dig into her bra, retrieving her cellphone. "I will not grovel like some sinner in church. Are you secretly some kinky priest?" She waved the device at the door guard. The threat was mostly empty. She couldn't really afford to be involved with the authorities and explain why she'd stormed into the building to begin with. The silence grew as she waited with baited breath. Please let this work. Please let this work. She prayed in her mind. "I don't think you understand, Ms. Ari. A man such as myself doesn't aim for success with the idea of only pleasing some of his genuine audience he appeals to. The goal is perfection, and I've had that for ten years until today. I couldn't care less if you were God," He spoke lowly, then said. "If I can't handle a woman with a mouth I shouldn't run a company." Alaric chuckled lowly beneath his breath and rested a fisted hand against his mouth where he bit on each knuckle slowly. This woman surely had an interesting thought process, especially the vocabulary of words she used in a sentence when speaking about him. "A priest?" His naturally almond shaped eyes seemed to almost narrow more than they had, smooth wrinkles scattering at the corner of each eyelid. Another glint of red light flashed onto the surface of those Grey hues from the various city lights flashing through the large floor to ceiling windows. Dark clouds loomed behind him, and when he stepped forward and crossed the room, he'd seemed like he flew down from them; some fallen angel who'd descended from grace. The speed was quick. In one blink he stood in front of her, his hand coiling around her wrist tightly. "I've been many things in my life, but priest isn't one. I've been an angel, helping those in the community stand on their feet. I've been patient, and I've been the devil to those whom I dislike. Being on my bad side isn't where someone would like to stay if they had any sense. Apparently you don't have that. Let me tell you exactly what would've happened had you called the police. They would've come right in here and ignored everything they saw. Why? Because money and fear keeps people's mouths closed." Yanking her lifted arm downward, he forced her onto her knees before him, his gaze glinting in the darkness. "And only an idiot would forget to apologize when they attempted to swindle someone out of their league. If you want a new product, fine. But you won't be getting your money back. Remove your rude comment off my site and all will be forgotten."

Sage normal guy living a normal life, may or may not have died because of some sick burglar. But instead of just heading off to the afterlife the gods of the universes decide to get some entertainment. So they reincarnate Sage to a fantasy world. And what do you know, he’s the son of the demon king. Who’s surprisingly nice. But will everything change when he discovers something truly heartbreaking. Will he seek revenge, will he shut himself off, or will he go completely mad. I dunno so better read Authors note: this will not have a system. Also I’m making stuff up as I go, so expect some changes in the tags and other things like that. By the way I may make a few loopholes so if that happens just feel free to say whatever you like. To be honest I do this for fun, so if you say something rude or mean I will most likely just read it and, wait for it. Move on. That was a horrible joke I know, I don’t know if you could even say it’s a joke, anyways I’m rambling so just ignore me. Hope you enjoy the novel, and remember violence is the question not the answer, and the answer is yes. - a meme I found.

In a mystical realm of Eldoria, an extraordinary establishment emerged amidst the bustling streets of the capital city of Luminaire Kingdom. It wasn't long when unusual people visit there to browse grimoires online, engage in epic virtual duels, and ... share magical memes. The owner named Luke— Luke: "System! Stop the narration. This is just a normal internet cafe with a handsome owner. Or rather, you're the unusual one!" System: "..."

At 19, Elias is the embodiment of a dreamer lost in a world of history. With soft hazel eyes that always seem to be pondering the mysteries of ages past, Elias carries an air of introspection. He's got that quiet charisma – the type you don’t notice in a crowded room, but in a one-on-one conversation, his depth and passion for history become infectious. Deep down, Elias struggles with finding his place in the modern world. He's emotional, sensitive, and deeply attuned to the feelings of others, which can sometimes be overwhelming in today's chaotic digital age. Yet, he's endearingly genuine. He’ll often lose himself in a history book, feeling the emotions and experiences of those who lived centuries ago. Main Plot: Upon receiving an enigmatic pocket watch from his late grandfather, Elias discovers its time-traveling capabilities. But the journey isn't just about hopping through eras; he encounters iconic women who become genuinely captivated by his understanding and respect for their times. Cleo: "You're not like the men of my time, Max. You’re... different. Also, what's this 'Netflix' you keep talking about?" Max: "Ah, it's like... the modern Colosseum? Entertainment for the masses. Also, yeah, I’m different. I mean, I wear sneakers and know what memes are." While Max's journey with the pocket watch starts as a mere curiosity, it quickly becomes a profound exploration of human history, love, and the fine line between observation and interference. What's with the novel you say -Harem but main point is human relations, story telling and charcter devlopment -The mc is not sigma, alpha but he is no beta or anything you describe....He won't let people walk over him and don't start worshipping women.....but he acts according to situations -Intellegent mc......one who is history nerd to be honest - The mc is not gary stu but he overcomes odd due to plain one one conversation skills and knowledge he has -Harem girls are very appealing and he has personal maids too -No ntr................And don't believe i will do it because i never did it

Two supernatural beings, a full team of rogue agents, one deadly organization, all want revenge on TJ Summers. Everything changes when TJ meets a special someone, will TJ and her special someone get through their obstacles to their happily end? “... I walk quietly towards the tied up and terrified girl as she struggles against the ropes. She mumbles words behind the gag while tears ruined her beautiful lightly tanned face, making mascara run wild. I grinned madly at her lowering my body to her level, "What was that ? Please say it louder" I said darkly to her as her eyes widen and struggled to get away. I don't think that is happening anytime soon because she's tied to a chair, gagged. I got angrier when she didn't reply to me when I told her to, resulting to grabbing her hair hard and bringing her face close to mine. "You'll regret not doing what i told you to do" I whisper dangerously low in her ear then let her hair go and hitting her cheek hard with my knuckles...”