Humorous Inspirational Short Stories Novels & Stories

“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

So I was well aware that nothing would set him off like calling his stories funny or peculiar. Which is exactly why I did so. Quite regularly. His outraged responses were just too amusing to resist. And right on cue, he scowled at me. “They’re not funny or peculiar, brat. They’re fascinating and exciting. You just don’t appreciate the true magnetism of what I tell you.” “Of course, I do,” I argued. “That story about the metal horse that moves on two wheels will stick with me forever. What did you call the conveyance again?”

A genuine smile. The first one she'd seen from him. "Your mother loved thunderstorms." Rebecca blinked. Of all the things she expected— that wasn't one of them. Elias laughed quietly. "Everyone remembers dramatic things." His eyes softened. "I remember ordinary things." For the next hour, he told stories. Small stories. Human stories. How Claire sang while cooking. How she hated burnt toast. How she could never remember where she left her car keys. How she laughed. How she loved.

"No problem. I can go for a month without eating or changing or doing anything other than killing zombies and helping the team." He patted his chest. "I won't hold anyone back." Well, he planned to only hold Vesper back and not "anyone" anyway. Uea kept his rich thoughts hidden. Vesper was quiet. He continued staring at Uea for a while longer before he turned around to leave. "You'll stink." "And I'll stink you to death." Uea's reply came faster than he planned. Vesper stopped. Uea's heart stopped. His lips moved, revealing a very large grin. "Ah. I was only joking with Vesper. Was that funny? Hahaha. I know. Everyone says I'm funny."

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I’m going to lose it. One of my regular viewers typed fast. “Luna, you sound different today, are you good?” Kai whispered right against my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there and sending shivers down my spine. “Answer him babe. And thank him for the last sub while you’re at it.” He turned the vibrator up another level, making it pulse hard right against my g-spot. I giggled nervously, the sound coming out shaky and high-pitched. “Yeah I’m fine, just a little heated from that last fight haha. Thanks so much for the sub Jake, you’re the best, really keeps me going.”

"Planting yourself in the narrative substrate? I’ve seen supernovas with more self-preservation instinct." I had no body to laugh with, so my amusement manifested as a ripple through the nascent stories around us, turning a budding tragedy about a lost crown into a comedic romp about a misplaced hat. "You’re one to talk. You took a job as the universe’s full-time, unpaid editor. Did you even get a benefits package?"

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Chapter 1 I sat there stirring in my seat looking at the text message and wondering if I was ever going to send it. It was essentially a Dear John letter to Adam. He was a wonderful man, but we just didn’t seem to click like we should have. The sex was good, but it didn’t have that necessary component of making my toes curl. I didn’t think anybody could, but I was damned and determined to kiss my fair share of frogs.

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.