Funny Tales For Adults Novels & Stories

Jayla cried “The football game starts in two hours. We’re going, all of us. You need air and noise. You need to remember you’re more than his shitty revenge p**n. Plus everyone will be too busy looking at Devin anyway.” Jayla stared at the ceiling. Tears slipped into her hairline. She wanted to disappear. But Tasha was already pulling clothes from the closet. She pulled up Jayla’s favorite ripped jeans, the cropped black hoodie that showed a thin strip of stomach, the red bra that pushed her tits up just right. “Wear something that says fuck you,” Tasha said. “Not fuck me.”

"We won't have you around much longer before you head back to school. Why don't you tell us some stories about your summer classes?" That went better than I expected. You see, my dad is a great storyteller. I'm sure when he retold some of my little anecdotes from college to his co-workers, they came out much better than when I told the same stories. Still, I was able to be entertaining and informative. It made me smile when I could coax a laugh out of them.

‘What have you been up to or need I ask?’ He grinned and she giggled again, it was a delightful sound and he loved to hear it, ‘I’ve been learning’ She told him indignantly as he tickled her, ‘Sure you have beautiful, so what wonderful things did you learn?’

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A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Dan sat down with a grin curling on his lips as he muttered to himself, “Best lesson I’ve ever taught." Another Book coming soon. More steamy, filthy, forbidden and brutal domination.

It was a Sunday morning, we had all taken care of our house chores, we ate before we did the chores, they girls had woken up very early in the morning to prepare the dish, we were left with nothing, Mr and Mrs Wilson did not leave the house, because it was their day off, so we decided to go have some fun, leaving the both of them at home Jessy took us round New York, the city was really amazing, we had gone shopping, we visited the Central Museum, mall, etc you name it, Jessy and I enjoyed ourselves we watched movies together, there was this vampire movie about stream in the theater, so we decided to go check it out "Hey Luther, come check this out" Jessy said posting to a poster while I wal

I said, "Like we've said. When what they're doing is forbidden, it makes the story even better." "Right," Jennifer said. She was already engrossed in another story. My phone buzzed a moment later. Another brother/sister tale. For a moment, I paused. Was this really appropriate? Had we crossed the line? Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care. *

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.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”