Books Comedy Fiction Novels & Stories

" Thanks! “ I nodded and looked at the other book. “Now this is...and... “This is a comedy... I'm not mature enough for this type of comic. “ Jackson laughed and I ended up laughing too. “I got it right. " For sure! I love books like this, I also like romance novels. " Serious? What kind of novels? “He asked curiously. “ Period, comedy and dark romance, do you like it? “I asked excitedly, realizing that it was actually nice to talk to him. “ Hmm... “Jackson grimaced. “I'm more into horror and medieval.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

he said softly, sliding the paperback across the desktop. Claire caught her breath. The cover was creased and soft-almost like it'd been held between someone's legs. She smoothed the edge. "This is overdue." He tilted his head. "I got... carried away." Her head snapped up. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a single bookmark-dog-eared like a secret. She glanced at the clock. "It's closing time." He leaned forward. "Can't blame me for wanting that last bit." Claire's heart hammered.

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

What if it is not something I am prepared for? I brush those fears aside and press Enter. I sag on my couch. “Of course, it’s just a silly romance movie,” I read the article about the 2014 movie about a man who bets the owner of a bookstore that she will lose interest in her new beau after one month. It is cliché. I don’t need to watch the movie to know that the man will end up with the bookstore owner.

Anastacius asked but I'm too busy in cursing author that those words just slipped out of my mouth. "Fuck you." I said staring at the sky cursing that so called damned author making such an idiotic cringey story where everyone falls in love with innocent Daphne. Well Fuck that author and Fuck that Daphne. "Woah, you really want to do that?" My eyes widened in horror recalling the fact that I've done it again. When will stop making myself a clown. "No, no. It was no that type of fuc-" "I know. It's a decent type of Fuck isn't it." He tilted his head smirking and all I could do was to just let out an awkward chuckle. God I just want to walk straight and land on the ground floor by jumping off t

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

He has on a white shirt that is completely useless, it is drenched in sweat and is now almost completely see through, displaying his built chest and his abs. Keeping my eyes off him is too difficult, ever since our first time together, the one experience has been the beginning of new things. Fucking in the kitchen, fucking in the car…who knows…maybe fucking in this pool. I sneak my tongue out to lick my lips as I take in our height difference. It is not my first time noticing it but the difference between us two feels like something out of those uncensored comics I have been reading these days. The comics where they end up…