Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

I add as Lily shows a note to the screen, "They're SO bad, I get how it looks to someone who doesn't understand Damon's dark, dark black humor. He calls himself a 'dumb rapist' because I called him that when I found out about some of the stuff he did to the girls. I went into a rampage and beat him up, then I called him a lot of names. Dumb rapist stuck to him, I guess." "This one says, 'To my favorite pair of tits, From Your Dumb Rapist' see? That's when you throw everything you might think you know away. Because when I read that, I blushed. I imagined that deranged boy telling me that as a joke, like everything he says. Of course he's not for everyone's taste, that's why he doesn't have ma

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Uea opened his eyes after being tapped relentlessly by someone for a long time. He had refused to open his eyes at first, hoping he could navigate his way back to the apocalyptic period from the darkness, but it seemed it was impossible. He'd been listening to the words said by the people around him ever since he arrived here, and without doubt, he knew he was in the celebrity world. It was the following arc after the apocalyptic period, where the main character was a D-list actor with good acting but low resources.

“I have my moments.” We talk about everything except football—travel horror stories, worst interviews we’ve done (theirs are better than mine), the general absurdity of adult life. Harper tells a story about accidentally interviewing the wrong athlete at the Olympics—fifteen minutes in before anyone realized. Sloane talks about the time she got stuck in an airport for three days covering a story that fell through. I tell them about the teammate who thought “per diem” was a type of pasta. It’s easy. Natural. The kind of conversation that makes hours feel like minutes.

Dumb was trying to pull away from the guards and didn't notice me. "Do you recognize them, my dear?" The Beta asked me. "Yes." I pointed at Jerk. "That's the one I named Jerk. He kicked me multiple times, the boot prints on my abdomen are from those filthy boots he is wearing. He fractured my rib with the heel of his boot. He also left me for dead when they decided to dump me. He wanted to kill me, but Twit told him no that way it would look like I died and they panicked and dumped me." I took a shuddering breath. "That one's Dumb. He only came in after Messenger called and said the bosses were fighting and they could have some fun with me. He yanked me up by my hair and forced my mouth open

Dakota It took me almost a week to reach out. Days of my mind ping-ponging back and forth. Of rereading his card like it might change. Two weeks of late-night G****e spirals—"BDSM sub contracts," "Fantasies dress code," "how to not lose your mind giving up control."

She asked with a deep frown as if she was listening to something stupid. “It means that my dick only works when you’re around, sweetheart,” he spat out. “Want to know why I drank so much? It’s because I had an amazing date with this perfect woman, and everything was set for the after events; everything but my dick. Why? Cause it refused to perform at that very moment. Now, imagine my shock when I came here, only for it to work perfectly well in your pussy. I mean, that was the best fuck I have had in a while, and you know it. So, no, I am definitely not getting better.”

Doyin retorted, "I know that you are pretending, and I know that you have many things to tell me" Mr Coker said, "I don't have any exciting stories, and If I open up to you what I have gone through In life, you will shed tears" Doyin explained, "Okay, okay, I don't want to shed tears, and I don't want to see you sobbing" Mr Coker said, "Thank you"Doyin said, "Sir, can you tell me Interesting stories about you" Doyin said,