15 Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

“Bet she squirted fish juice all over the desk!” Someone threw a crumpled paper ball that hit me squarely in the chest. Another person shouted, “Go back to being the virgin, loser! At least then you were just pathetic instead of disgusting!” A group of guys started chanting “Loose! Loose! Loose!” while making exaggerated stretching motions with their hands.

Did they hurt you!? ~ Zarah~ Alex let out a choked laugh once we’d reached a safe distance, far enough to be sure those men weren’t on our heels anymore. Throwing his head back, he laughed again, the sound disappearing into the night air. It was 10 p.m., and the sparse crowd around us stared like we’d lost our minds. “Glad you find this funny,” I said dryly, though a faint smile tugged at my lips as I dangled my heels in the air.

We ordered wine—a red wine he recommended—and appetizers to share. The conversation started easy, like the one we had at the coffee café. He asked about my day, and told me about his too—job hunting, thinking about security consulting or something with veterans. We talked about Mia, about his parents, about the party and who’d gotten fat or divorced or had kids. But as the wine flowed and the food came, it shifted. He told me more about his time overseas—not the scary stuff, but the funny stories, the guys he’d served with, the places he’d seen that he wanted to go back to someday.

Maya responded with laughing emojis and a short spill it. Jade hesitated for a heartbeat. It started as a joke between them. Jade would describe the things she imagined Nathan doing to her when no one else was around. Sometimes it was just whispers. Other times it was shameful confessions typed into her phone at 2 a.m. She bit her lip, then began to type without stopping, fingers racing like they had a mind of their own.

It was loud. We talked more than we ever had. Jack told stories about the old days with my dad—getting stuck on a roof during a storm, stupid bets they made on football games, the time they tried to build a deck and almost burned the house down with a grill. I laughed so hard my sides hurt. He smiled more than usual, that slow half-grin that made the lines around his eyes deeper. At some point I kicked off my work shoes under the table. My bare foot accidentally brushed against his leg. I didn’t pull away right away. Neither did he.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! Yes, it’s me again. Ryder’s saucy 18-year-old personal secretary with the Playboy body, and that Monday morning I decided I was going to make the absolute most of what was usually a mad day. I had every reason to feel in a filthy, sexy mood as I headed for the underground tube with the good news: I couldn’t wait to tell my boss about the success of my negotiating skills over the weekend.

He grinned, but his eyes were hungry now, roaming over my legs, my cleavage, the way my dress had ridden up slightly on my thighs. "But it has its perks. Like meeting beautiful, needy women in elevators… and wondering how wet they already are just from talking to me." Heat crept into my cheeks and between my legs. "Is that your move? Rescue sad women with comfort food?" "Only the beautiful ones who look like they need to be fucked senseless until they forget their ex’s name." The words hung in the air between us, filthy and direct. My heart kicked hard against my ribs and my pussy clenched, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.