Hilarious Titles Novels & Stories

"Hey. Hey Kiarra." Kiarra rolls her eyes at me. "So, exciting news," Jai announces and claps his hand onto my shoulder. "Meet the new team member of the Titans." "No!?" Isobel exclaims with a wide smile. "Yes," I grin. "Jai just asked me." "Wow, that's so great!" she gushes, before throwing her arms around my neck. A strong scent of vanilla washes over me as I hug her back, wishing I could pick her up and spin her around.

Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

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Beneath the unfinished HERE LIES line, smaller text glowed into being, as if responding to the brush of my breath on the stone. Titles. In a neat column, each one is separated by a tiny, blood‑red dot. “Salt & Silence.” “Ghosts in the Vents.” “Grin Wiring.” “The Bone City.” “Housekeeping for the Damned.” “Untitled Train Thing.” “Dead Girls Don’t Trend.” “Threadcount.” Some had skull icons next to them, jagged and final. Some had hourglasses, half‑full, sand frozen mid‑fall. One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead.

Beautiful pictures of her were used, but people edited it with pictures of feces to make it disgusting and funny. The title "Sh*ttiest person in Ruthorham" pushed her fame to new heights, and her reputation was completely destroyed. When Valeria saw the title, she wheezed while laughing. William held her in his arms and massaged her stomach, "Alright, cut it out, if you continue laughing like this, it will hurt the baby." "No, it won't. If I'm happy, the baby will be happy too. Hahaha, I feel so good!" She still couldn't control herself, "Hubby, did you get someone to come up with the nickname "Sh*ttiest person in Ruthorham"?"

"Yes, I believe you are." "Holy shit, that is friggin…! It's like I've been thrown into a novel! What do you think our title would be?" I asked, and he chuckled. "The Alpha and the dumb human?" He asked, and despite myself, I burst into laughter. "No. It's the Fierce Adria, and naughty Alpha." "You're so bad at making up a story name." "Oh come on. Anyone would pick mine." "The fierce Adria? Seriously?" He asked, and I burst into laughter.

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

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Zayn said nonchalantly. A man was running short of breath from laughing when he said, “It’s very funny. It’s the funniest joke I’ve heard this year. The Larson Group is yours, Zayn Larson. Hah-hah. I’m going to post that online, and I’m sure it’ll go viral.”