Humor Book Titles Novels & Stories

, I said, trying to give him hints to lie with. " He isn't going to that trash, AI wouldn't be able to depict the emotional pieces that I would input in a boom if I should write one". " Of course it can, or you can tell him that you interviewed a bunch of people, preferably sex workers", I gave him another idea that I considered good. " Okay, let's say I write a book on that topic, what would I name the book?" " You're really asking me that? It's obviously ' Dick Sizes And How They Feel Inside", he chuckled at the name, laughing himself into stupidity, " What? Okay, I have a better idea. How about ' Starly Feelings Of Every Dick Size?' uh?"

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.

An emotion I can't place flashes in his eyes upon realizing it's me he crashed into, but then he is back to his usual cold self. "Oh, it's you." He bends down to pick up my books, and my lips form a tight-lipped smile when he picks up the book named "How To Kill Like A Serial Killer" from the ground. I count the seconds it takes for Axel to read the title, and once his eyebrows shoot for the skies, I want to sink through the ground. The half-naked guy on the cover shares many physical attributes with him, and there is no mistaking the amused smirk covering his lips.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

”It’s about you. “Me?” “Ja, you are a popular subject.” “That's too silly of a joke.” I look after her moment. Me, popular? “I don’t like liars, Hidi.” “You don't believe me?” Hidi gasps as if hurt. “No. You are trying to make fun of me- I won’t fall for it.” “You don't notice much, do you?” “I think I'm fairly observant.” “If it's a book, ja.” Hidi motions to the pile of books on my desk.

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"Speaking of which, what does the matching tattoo say anyway?" That was when they glanced in my direction and noticed the words imprinted on my chest. Their laughter stopped in an instant as the room was plunged into an ominous silence. The only sound was Isabel Hawthorn’s chuckle. Evan instinctively went up to shield Isabel. "Isabel, apologize to her." Isabel pouted before apologizing reluctantly. "I’m sorry, alright?" She rolled her eyes before muttering under her breath, "What a busybody old hag. Can’t even take a joke."

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."