Novel & Cerita 15 Funny Short Stories

The streetlights elongated his shadow until he turned a corner and disappeared from my line of sight. I entered the house after throwing the gold pendant away. My baby was like me—we didn't want love that was too little, too late. … Three months later, I was celebrating with my colleagues after completing yet another big project. That was when I received a call from a funeral parlor. They asked me whether it was convenient for me to collect Benjamin's ashes. I looked at the calm surface of the lake outside my window and chuckled softly. Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain."

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier. Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. “Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college when you got so fucked up you tried to piss in the RA’s fridge?” He burst out laughing, loud enough that heads turned at nearby tables, slapping his brother on the arm. Kyle leaned back in his chair, that cocky smirk never leaving his face, his eyes locked on me across the table like he could see straight through my dress.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

I giggled as I thought about Nathan’s dick usually poking me in the ass and one thing leading to another. “What’s so funny?” Remy asked with a smile. “Nothing. Just thinking about how... I guess thunderstorms make Nathan a little horny. Sorry. That’s TMI.” He smirked, licking the corner of his lips. “I see. They do that for me sometimes too.” That involuntary action of Remy’s tongue made my mind as electrically charged as an actual rain cloud. “If I was there, I’d hold you,” he continued. “If I didn’t live across town, I’d be there. No question. I think I’m tall enough to wrap my legs around you.”

Thank goodness my apartment is the one on the bottom. "No, that's not it. I just don't want Jon or my parents to show up and stop me from doing what I want. Like shoving you onto the couch and having my way with you." If you've never broken an FBI agent, you should try it sometime. It's hilarious to see how many times I can make him freeze. I just made a joke in my head. He tells people to freeze, but I keep making him freeze. Shut up, everyone. No one heard that bad joke but me.