Funny Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

Mom chuckled, “I don’t think it was adapted into a play, but it is a short story. An old one, at that.” I forgot that mom had been reading more lately. “Are you familiar with it?” “Well sure, it’s a simple story. To boil it down, it’s about a guy who has too much pride and takes a stupid deal that would inevitably lead to his death just to, in my opinion, show off.” I froze in my chair and stared at her blankly for a minute before I finally said, “Huh.” “It’s an odd choice of story to use.” “He said that I was the challenging green monster because of my eyes and personality.”

I guess I would never know what my murderer looked like. "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill? You see—buzz, kill. You get it?” The man laughed once again, which made shivers run down my spine and all over my limbs.“Oh, is someone getting excited?” A hand touched my stomach, and I jumped, suddenly realizing that I was naked. “Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?”I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.

a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels. At first, I thought it was a children’s book, but the more I read, the more I found myself snorting with laughter. Sir Flufftail was terrible at being a knight he tripped over his own armor, got scared of tiny butterflies, and once tried to challenge a sleeping goat to a duel because he thought it was a dragon. One part made me laugh so hard I had to cover my mouth to keep from disturbing the quiet. "Sir Flufftail, armed with nothing but a spoon and an oversized helmet, declared loudly, 'Fear not, dear citizens! I shall conquer t

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

he said, shaking his head. “Exceptionally so,” I grinned. I nestled into his side. “Now,” I continued, lifting a finger in warning, “tell me one of your grandmother’s stories, but not one that involves a tortoise.” His brows lifted, mock-offended. “What do you have against tortoises?” “They’ve had enough airtime. I swear, if I hear one more story about a clever tortoise outsmarting everyone, I'll cut off my ears.” He gasped dramatically. “Tortoises are wise creatures!”

The trio was dumbfounded to find Elio laughing more in one evening than they had seen him laugh in the past year. Elio chuckled and softly asked, "Is there more?" Candice took a sip of her soup, paused, and began a tale, "A tortoise wanted to race a hare. But the hare, with a condescending tone, said, 'Your kind won once by fluke. Quit dreaming.' "Undeterred, the tortoise tried every method to persuade the hare, who remained unmoved. Finally, the tortoise pulled out a wad of cash and said, 'Consider this your fee for turning up!'

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

If dogs could roll their eyes, this one would have done so. “Coward!” Mellisa screamed at the dog. And that wasn’t the end of it. Mellisa found herself inspired by an old joke involving a drunken goat. Spying a glass of foamy beer nearby, she couldn't resist the opportunity to bring the humor to life. Turning to what she believed was a stranger, Mellisa grabbed the white sleeve of the unsuspecting individual. She initiated the quirky exchange. "Hey, have you ever heard about the drunk goat?" The stranger, intrigued by the unexpected question, smiled and admitted that he was unfamiliar with the tale. “I sure have not. Educate me.”

“I dare you to kiss the person to your left for thirty seconds. With tongue.” The blond guy next to me grinned. Before I could overthink it, I turned and pressed my lips to his. He tasted like beer and mint. Our tongues met, slow and exploratory at first, then deeper. His hand rested lightly on my thigh. The circle whooped and clapped. When we pulled apart, my cheeks were burning and my nipples had tightened against my dress. The game escalated fast after that. A girl was dared to flash her tits. A guy had to grind on another guy for a full song. Then it was my turn again.