Humour Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Deborah had said, though they both knew she had already been sneaking glances at her textbooks when no one was watching. Just like every night since she had gotten there four days ago, Liam cuddled her in his large bed and read funny stories to her until she could laugh no more and fall asleep in his arms. He had an entire collection of 6 books now, everything from silly jokes to absurd short stories. Some of them were terrible, so bad they circled back around to being funny again. Last night, he had read her a story about a man who accidentally joined the circus and ended up as a terrible clown. She had laughed so hard her sides hurt, and for those moments, the fear had retreated completely

he replied simply, adjusting his glasses. I rolled my eyes. “You need help. Here—” I reached for one of the novels from the table beside me, one that was light and funny. “Try reading something that won’t make your brain combust.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fiction?” “Yes, fiction,” I said, placing it in his hand. “You know, made-up stories with emotions, imagination, and people who do ridiculous things for love?” He opened the first page, his expression unreadable. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the rustle of turning pages. Then, suddenly—

Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond sex. She has a good sense of humor. Each time I read one of her written chapters, I found myself drawn to her more. How she developed such realistic characters for her book is beyond me. While we were on the phone, I was reading her email. I read her story and laughed uncontrollably. She's never written a sex-related chapter this hilarious before.

Nick looked at me intensely for a moment before a laugh fell from his lips. "Mind sharing what's so funny?" "Not at all," he replied. "You are what's funny." "How am I funny?" "You just cried over a fictional romance book about the back and forth of an asshole angel and a very inquisitive girl who always died in each life," he laughed. "You are the most ridiculous person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." I could not believe he just called me ridiculous. "I am not ridiculous and it's a really good book, you should read it before you jump to conclusions."

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."

And I confirmed it days later with the messages she sent me, with her witty replies, as well as the sporadic ones that came out of nowhere, without fear, without filters, without shame, and without any glory. I was having a lot of fun with her; I wouldn't deny that she was entertaining under the shield of the phone. However, it was interesting to say that beyond all that, the woman hid very easily. That's why I read a book that made me burst into laughter because it was a whole compendium of fantasy that was undoubtedly a silly thing with meaning.

Broke reader, right you could say that. They're my inspiration, motivation and also distraction. I'm an orphan with no one to take care of me, I wasn't that confident in myself. “ Today's red moon. Did you hear that our wishes will come true if we make a wish?” I heard some of my colleagues squealing happily and I just rolled my eyes. Nonsense. Who would believe those kind of words these days? How stupid. I shook my head to get rid of those silly thoughts of my fellow colleagues. Wishes come true? What a bullshit!

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Claire's heart hammered. Did he mean the book? Or her? He walked around the desk and stood right in front of her. She swallowed as the desk loomed between them like a fragile barrier. "Which part got you so into it?" he murmured, voice low. "Don't-just put it in the bin," she said, cheeks burning red. He chuckled-soft, knowing. "Come on." He opened to the middle. Claire bit her lip as he cleared his throat. > "She trembled against him, velvet heat pooling as he slid inside her, her breath hitching on every slow inch..."