English Humorous Stories Novels & Stories

Hoffman Real Estate, once all hustle and bustle, was then just an echo of empty rooms and papers tossed everywhere, a total wreck. Seth was running ragged, bouncing between the court, banks, and creditors, forced to sell his wheels and his digs, even hitting up friends and family for cash. But it was still far from enough. Back in the day, Seth's so-called friends and business partners scattered like roaches when the lights came on, leaving him high and dry. He took a nosedive from the top, becoming the butt of every joke in the real estate world. Lily's story did not have a happy ending either.

“He stretches every story until it barely sounds true.” “Oh, come on,” Devon complained, throwing both hands into the air as everyone looked at him. “One little exaggeration and suddenly I'm the liar around here?” “One?” another warrior asked, trying not to laugh as he looked across the fire at Devon. “Mate, you've never told a story only once. Every time you repeat it, something new magically happens.” “That,” Devon said, placing a hand dramatically over his chest as though he'd been deeply offended, “is called good storytelling.”

Much to my embarrassment, they burst into laughter. "Do you think we'd be interested in serving a member of the royal family? That's bullshit!" jeered the man with green hair, his laughter echoing through the room. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. These people were insane! What was so funny about my simple question? They were nothing but uncivilized savages, laughing for no reason!

Then she runs away from their presence like a damsel in distress. That should teach the handsome douche a lesson. ~~~~~ Back to square one, over the counter at Geisel's, Cara stands, pouring drinks and listening to the sob stories of midday drunk. Slim Jim, an ironic name for Cara's biggest pest, he comes every day and tells the same story. How he is from the past, according to Slim Jim, was alive during the time of dinosaurs and he also claimed to have fought in the World wars. Cara is just tired of Slim Jim delusional stories, the handsome douche bag, and hospital bills.

Henry's hands had been tied in a harsh knot, and he was not taken seriously in the slightest. When he woke up, he heard a group of people telling dirty jokes in the car and laughing from time to time. "These rich people are so fun to play with. They think we're stupid, but you're smart, Boss! All you did was dangle some bait, and they fell for it—hook, line, and sinker!" one of the men said in a low voice.

Which word in the dictionary is spelt incorrectly? "Come on, there's no such word in the dictionary." I replied swiftly. "Did you even think about it?" "No," I replied flatly. "It's incorrectly. The word that is spelled incorrectly is incorrectly." He explained. I burst into a fit of laughter." I did not see that coming." "How about this? What word begins and ends with E but has only one letter?" I cracked my brain in an attempt to answer his question. He looked at me with a questioning gaze and I shrugged.

It came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

Liam said with grin “It most certainly is,” Bruce said with a frown. “You didn’t even give the joke a chance,” Garth said. “A joke that involves bestiality doesn’t deserve a chance,” Bruce said haughtily. “Where did you hear these jokes? You guys have never been joke tellers.” “That hotter than smoke brunette in the red dress,” Garth answered bluntly. “She’s been telling all kinds of jokes for the past forty minutes to various people.” “Like who?” Bruce asked with concern.