Humor Book Titles Novels & Stories

Jenni laughs, the kind of laugh that bubbles out of her, half amused, half horrified. But crazy works. “Crazy is the thing that pulls people in,” I say, my excitement building. “Imagine it, I could promote the book with ‘Researched by following a real-life serial killer.’ You know I’m right.” God, this is it. This is exactly what I need.

"You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound." I spun around. "You’re kidding, right?" He gave a smug grin. "Call it a test of your intellectual instincts." Rolling my eyes so hard it nearly caused whiplash, I started pulling books off the shelf and organized them into very important categories: "Billionaire Brainwashing" (titles like How to Win at Negotiations, Stock Market Secrets—snoozefest.) "Mildly Interesting" (like The Psychology of Power—kind of creepy, but curious.)

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

He could imagine the killer laughing at him by now, because of how desperate he looks, and it irks him more than ever. Is he supposed to check every book in the library?! He end up in the fiction section and saw a book that was almost pulled out of the shelf. He curiously took the book and checked the title of the novel. “Tricked by the Mischief.” He read the title of the book then started checking the pages. He bit his lower lip in frustration after he turned to the very last page. You’re fooled by a simple trick. Now you have to do it over again.

Best of three. He won. So, Nina it is. We laughed over it at lunch, teasing each other between bites of grilled cheese and tomato soup—comfort food for a day of small chaos. And afterward, we snuck off to the bookstore, pretending we were just browsing, but really racing through the aisles to see who could find the weirdest baby book title first. He picked “How to Raise a Boss Baby” and I nearly choked laughing.

He read out the book's title so loud that everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at them "How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment.

” "She wrote a book about how to attract men, but she did just the opposite. It would be better if I changed the title to 'How to Keep Men From Approaching You'." Addy and I laughed out loud, and she hit his shoulder while shaking her head. "Just tell her if you have the nerve," Addy challenged, she wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.” “Ugh! I'm annoyed to death with her!" "Pay attention to your language, Mr. Miller," I said with a chuckle, glancing at the little girl beside me who was enjoying her meal. “Ups, sorry.” We then continued our breakfast in peace, sometimes interspersed with warm little jokes.

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

"Yeah, sure, he’s good-looking, but he’s a total playboy. I’m not into that. I want something serious. And let’s not forget—he’s my boss." Hazel waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. That’s prime romance novel material. Secretary falls for her boss? Classic." We all laughed as Fiora groaned. "Okay, what would the book title be?" I asked. Hazel grinned. "Love and My Boss." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Forbidden Story of Fiora." I smirked. "Taming the Playboy." Fiora actually laughed. "Okay, that one’s not bad." The room lit up with laughter as we kept throwing out ridiculous book ideas. We drank, danced, sang, and drank some more. For