Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

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I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

"Liking a man who doesn't like you, even when you are this amazing, young lady Chocolate, is indeed dumb. However, what about the other girls who aren't as amazing as you? If they pursue the same guy, should we also call them dumb? Just dumb?" As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said, then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot, and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Chocolate and the other girls.

] I looked at my balance and felt much better. [I'm good. I’m making a bed for Champion. Eat it yourself.] After I sent that, I muted my phone and threw it aside. I pulled out the problem set that I had hidden under my pillow. Jace thought I was a useless girl who only scored 20 points. But on that exam, I had only done the multiple-choice questions. I had even avoided the correct answers on purpose. That day, Winnie had come crying to me and told me that if she did not get first place in the grade, her gambling father would beat her to death.

Sperm mixed with ice cream was one of the most weird and most delicious combinations I've ever tasted in a long time. Before I could spell Jack Robinson, a being was already snoring beside me. I looked at him, admired how innocent he was, and smiled. I joined him in the bed and slept off. I couldn't fuck my brother on my first attempt; sucking his cock made him weak. He must be a virgin. I was a virgin as well. Watching p**n and reading erotic stories taught me everything I knew about sex and had failed on various occasions to initiate myself into womanhood. My last attempt was with Phillips. I had tasted only his lips, but I had stopped halfway. He was horrible. Very horrible with his finge

Dementia said. "Don't you dare lie to me Dementia, you killed our people for a stupid powers and I killed the evil Sluagh fairy before your very eyes, then you flee and locked me in there for eternity, I was only freed by Nora and like you, I also made a huge sacrifice which brought me to this world. So stop lying Dementia."

​I heard his voice in the Vermont cellar, clear and resonant across the four hundred miles of mountains and forests. ​"What's the rule, Thomas?" I asked. ​"A world without a script is a world without a cage." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a title from a story that no longer existed. I looked at Damian, his face etched with the lines of a man who had finally found his own work, and at Bianca, the daughter of our enemy who had become the architect of our peace. ​"The story flows nicely," Damian said, echoing the very first reader from the very first day.

He smiled stupidly at me as he held onto his stomach in pain. "Who did this to you?" I asked as I walked up to him. "Tell me who did this to you!" "I just tripped." He replied. "I'm not an idiot, Ivory!" "Nothing will happen even if I tell you!" He suddenly exclaimed as he wiped his eyes, and right after he did, the bangs that were covering his eyes were swept to the side, revealing his sharp yellow eyes that were filled with tears. "It's nothing, so please don't do anything. Please just forget about it."

I saw the sun rays fading. It was almost time to wake up. Though I barely slept all day. My mind swirling with thoughts, questions, and speculations. What can bind them? Was Vadas indeed for this war? Or he’s just trying to answer Allaway’s expectations to get closer? Or maybe Dumarque was? What were they talking about? Who were the other two? Gaah- I feel like I’m going insane. And I lost a whole night on my punishment. Tamor could be so inventive.

I kept imagining every possible outcome, and each one made my stomach tighten. I didn't want him to think I was stiff or awkward during sex. The problem was... I had a past I couldn't seem to escape. Back in high school, when I was seventeen, I had a boyfriend. His name was Drew. I thought he loved me. Then one night, he invited me to a party. I got drunk, and before I even realized what was happening, he and his friends took advantage of me. A few days later, pictures of my bare chest were all over the school group chat.