Hilarious Long Stories Novels & Stories

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

“I didn’t realize this was a date.” “It’s not,” he said, smiling. “But I wouldn’t say no to that either.” I rolled my eyes, though the curve of my mouth betrayed me. Just a twitch. Barely visible. But of course, he caught it. “You smiled,” he noted, smug. “It was a reflex. Like sneezing when I look at the sun.” “Still counts.” God, he was exhausting. And somehow, too easy to be around. I grabbed the menu, pretending to read it. I already knew what I wanted. A black coffee. A clean lead. Closure.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Her cuteness made his smile returned and he went to help the old lady preparing the next order. In front of the parlor, the crowds clapped their hands and laughed. They were very entertained Jai’s story about the orphanage children in the mausoleum. Not only that, he also told them a fairy tale from his previous world, the one with the glass shoes and fairy godmother, and everyone seemed very interested. Of course, he told these stories while showing them a bit of his sparks in certain anecdotes. This was to surprise them and get their interest to stay, and they were, they did.

The wind had completely died down now. “Oh! I apologize,” He tried to calm himself and took a deep breath, “The purpose of writing these stories and passing them down is to let the oncoming generation know what kind of things can happen to us, what we have in us that makes us different from other people and the mistakes we shouldn't make-” He started snickering again, “The funny part is,” He tried to control his giggles, “We still end up in deep shit each time.” He started laughing out loud after that. He laughed so hard he fell to the side and laid on the grass with his hands over his face which he slowly brought up to move his hair back.

It's as though we were in our own little bubble, unaware of the world around us. At times, Alex points out something funny that happened to him at work, and I find myself doubling over with laughter. I tried to imagine him in that position but I couldn't, but as he continued, I found myself vividly seeing if. He has a way of telling stories that always gets me in stitches. And I can't help but reciprocate by sharing some of my own comical mishaps. "Oh my God, that's hilarious. Some people are just so sick." I laughed out loud.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

“We forgot we have a virgin saint among us.” I stepped back, voice steady despite my racing pulse. “Have you all forgotten that relationships between werewolves and humans are forbidden?” “Pipe down,” someone laughed. “Times have changed. We can sleep with them — just don’t get pregnant. That’s the only real trouble.” The conversation spiraled. “I heard he’s incredible in bed…” “I bet he has a huge cock…” “You can hear the proof if you walk past his chambers at night.” Their giggles filled the corridor. I shook my head and grabbed my basket, hurrying away before I had to listen to any more.

That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer. Three days. Three nights. I died there. Not this time.