Humoris Novels & Stories

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He asked amused his eyes staying on me as he moved closer kissing my forehead. "I'm pregnant," I defended and he chuckled, his amused expression bleeding out into a frown as his eyes moved to my glass of wine. "It's non alcoholic," I said as he lifted the glass taking a sip. "It tastes like grape juice, you should have just poured it into a regular glass," he commented putting it back in it's original place. "It's called role-playing," "Role-playing?" He asked amused. "Precisely," I replied as he moved behind me massaging my shoulders.

He approaches oneof the shelves full of potions, ingredients... I close the door. - Don't touch anything- I roll my eyes and lower my handaway from one of the shelves. He begins to turn the pages of a large book on the table where he placed some vialsearlier. Minutes later I watch as he stirs the ingredients in a stone bowl creating a viscous blue-green colored thing, I wrinkle my nose. He pours the viscous liquid into a transparent bottle. -Don't use it too often, it weakens you little

I don't want to be accused of being rude. Mrs. Lorenzo observes the bottle and then she turns to her husband and nods. I guess it's the real stuff. It looks like a perfume, guess I'm going to spray the stuff on her. "Are you guys sure that's the real thing?" Dad asks Mrs. Lorenzo, she looks at the old man and he nods. What happened to this man? Did he lose his voice or something? "Okay." Dad gets up and so does mom and I follow. Mrs. Lorenzo gives him the vervain.

VVVVV Kenji emerged from the water and it was so convenient that Geiru chose to walk past. “Were you looking for me?” he asked getting out. No she wasn’t looking for him. He was someone she didn’t want to be around. He gave her a bad feeling. Like her boss bad, but more sinister. But she wanted to know everything. “Maybe” she teased and she knew she was doing it right, because he smiled. “So you can make different expressions apart from neutral. It’s nice”. Geiru smiled. “So I’ve been feeling a little bit congested here. Would you mind accompanying me out?”

Everyone watched in horror and fascination as George mixed the sand, water, spaghetti and meatballs together with a stick someone had provided and the pungent smell from the mixture caused one of them to throw up while some left the cafeteria. "All done." George said. "Harry." "Yes boss?" "Do the honors please." He gestured to the buckets. "With pleasure, boss." Harry smiled and picked up the first bucket, wrinkled his nose in disgust and walked over to the first girl. "This will be your new perfume from now on." The girl screamed as he turned the bucket over and the grimy content landed splat on her head and the other students burst out laughing. "Please! I will do anything." The other girl

Whitman said, with a teasing smile. “She just gets more irritable the further along she gets,” I said to him. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that, it’s the hormones, and it’s different for everyone,” he said. “Let’s take some measurements.” Dr. Whitman applied the gel to her stomach and started with the ultrasound. He checked things, pressed buttons, and made notes in her file. He was quiet for a long time, so much so, that I was getting a bit worried.

"Are we going to play this game or not?" "Yes yes, we are." Max says quickly. "I will go get the alcohol." "She's very mercurial." I comment as she rushes out of the room to go and get the alcohol. "That's Max, she's the weirdest one of us all." And I have to laugh, she's so right and right now, in this moment, being weird feels so right and normal.