Inosuke Funny Novels & Stories

"No, its not. That was Anak-har. The Zannicus I know is the kind one. The one who helps and cares for the people he loves. The one who loves to cook, do pranks with his friends, play with the pups and defend his pack. The one who would kill if anyone ever dared to steal his chocolate. Or burn his precious bacon." 𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿.

Shun said then Kenzo's face became darken and she wave her finger and lifted her middle finger, everyone at the room laugh at Kenzo's move. "Damn your horny as hell Shun and your denying it" Kenzo shake her head, Shun even smirk. "I'm horny but not psycho like you " Shun said, they all laugh they knew how crazy and psychotic her friend Kenzo is. "You fucking kidding me right now Shun? really your even more psycho than me you even like to play chess with your own like it's a human chess pieces" Kenzo even said it with a nodding gesture like she's agreeing to herself, other even nodded to they knew tho that there leader King Shun was more psycho than Kenzo, she likes to play other people's lif

I shook my head, wiping the corner of my eyes with my ringless finger. “I-I’m sorry,” I say, in between fits, “It's just that this whole thing”, I gesture between the two of us, “is fucking hilarious, don't you think?” The corners of his lips twitch slightly, fighting an annoyed smile “Funny isn't the word I would use to describe your current situation, Solnishko” There's an edge in the way he says those words that cause the laughter to quickly die down on my tongue. What the fuck did he mean by that?

Just a random unarmed girl with a five year old in my hands. Oh, I have knives. He laughs on and on, like I just said the funniest thing in the world, going so far as to even rub tears from his eyes. Let me roll my eyes here. "Oh dear Miss Russo, you sure are funny!" "Glad to play the clown. Now get out." "I don't think so." Suho's voice takes an octave, turning deadly serious from sarcasm as he glares at me, blood dripping from his shoulder wound. Before I know it, strong arms circle around my armpits, pulling my hands behind my back before a strong punch hits me square in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.