Humorous Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude. “I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point out between snorts of stupid laughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us erupt. It’s needed, between us, this bonding over awful jokes.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

Understanding, maybe. “Well, you certainly have a knack for it. But look at the bright side. Now you have a story to tell. ‘Remember that time I insulted the vampire queen and almost got turned into a floor covering?’ That’s a good one.” I can’t help but chuckle, the tension easing slightly. “Yeah, that’ll be a hit at parties.” “Exactly,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Now, about that nearly three hundred thing…” I say, grinning.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

The trio was dumbfounded to find Elio laughing more in one evening than they had seen him laugh in the past year. Elio chuckled and softly asked, "Is there more?" Candice took a sip of her soup, paused, and began a tale, "A tortoise wanted to race a hare. But the hare, with a condescending tone, said, 'Your kind won once by fluke. Quit dreaming.' "Undeterred, the tortoise tried every method to persuade the hare, who remained unmoved. Finally, the tortoise pulled out a wad of cash and said, 'Consider this your fee for turning up!'

We had been at it for hours, teasing each other with these dirty jokes that started innocent but turned into full on fantasies about what we would do if we ever crossed that line. He was staying over because his place had some plumbing issue, and now here we were, just the two of us, the air thick with this tension that made my skin tingle. He turned his head, those dark eyes locking onto mine, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah? Tell me then, Elara. What exactly would you do if I let you?” His voice dropped low, rough around the edges, and he shifted closer, his knee brushing against my thigh.

I guess I would never know what my murderer looked like. "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill? You see—buzz, kill. You get it?” The man laughed once again, which made shivers run down my spine and all over my limbs.“Oh, is someone getting excited?” A hand touched my stomach, and I jumped, suddenly realizing that I was naked. “Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?”I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

His behavior deceived me into thinking he had let go of the past; that he had realized it was inappropriate for him to overly grieve the death of an ex-girlfriend. On my mom's birthday, Joshua offered to cook, but he poisoned all the food he made. He tied me to a chair and stabbed me over and over with a surgery scalpel. My blood splattered all across the floor as I pleaded with him to spare the lives of my family members. However, he had lost his mind. "Will Jackie come back if I spare their lives? Harper, you deserve to die! Why did you have to drink so much on that night? Did you see Jackie's car accident coming?"