Miss Joke Novels & Stories

I also didn't want them to judge me because I still use English, even though I'm fluent in it. The two kept complimenting me. They agreed on Felicity when he introduced me as a lovely woman. Pretzel commented and complimented me, but I didn't agree with everything she said. I remained polite and responded sweetly, masking my annoyance with a fake smile. The old lady began telling jokes, and the two continued making fun of Felicity. They eventually started laughing. I smiled bitterly as I stood there watching them. They seemed to be having a great time, and I felt my heart getting broken.

“Miss Megan has arrived. Should I tell her to wait somewhere?” “Send her up.” Simon replied and hung up. He walked past the office where Alice was still crying and went to the entrance. He waited by the elevator. The bank opened and Megan stepped out, taking Simon’s face. She creased her face and raised her eyebrow. “What happened?” “Long time Megan,” Simon sighed. “Where is she?” Megan asked. "What happened here? Your message was sketchy." “Before you think of accusing me, don’t. She came to my club. She drank a full bottle and a quarter of Disaronno.”

It was her, who, after a night of drinking, had taught Jade what twerking was in the first place or at least attempted to teach her how to do it properly. Marissa exploded into a fit of laughter, so much that she started choking on her spit. "Girl, you are killin' me right now," she said in between coughs as she fanned herself off and tried to slow her breathing. "I'll tell you what, I knew Jonathon was a missionary man. I could tell!" She waved an accusing index finger back and forth in front of her face. "Ain't no man who owns a baseball card collection and wears sweater vests gonna fuck you right." Jade fell over laughing at the comment, and Marissa couldn't help but laugh again as well.

Should I make a Misha Pov though? comment here!

But again not to worry, I always go to my best friend’s house Missy Clown to complain about my terrible job. Missy and I have been friends since we were four. I met her in kindergarten. She was the only person I trust outside of home. Her parents call her bare, our class mates used to call her miss clown, but I call her MC. I am not really comfortable with the whole clown thing so I have never called her with her full name. She, just like my mother, supported me to follow my dream, but I didn’t. MC has a younger brother who she claims she hates but I assure you she loves him more than life its self. His name is Noah Clown. He is a bit of trouble maker but is big in heart. Their parents got d

I liked my life the way it was, so why the fuck did I care about Hazel with the pussy cat? *You know damn well we can’t let her go,* Mick insists. I push him back and try with all I can to clear my head. Without putting much thought into it, I ride straight to a stripclub on the edge of town after school, you know … normal teenage shit. I wasn’t too surprised to find Missile there, he had a thing for one of the girls and was working on making her quit. Be his girl exclusively. Hated to tell him it wouldn’t end well. He’ll always be jealous of how many males had her before they met, and he’ll wonder if she’s still doing it behind his back. Some of the guys mentioned they’d also seen her in so

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?

He shot the question at her "If you continue this way there's every possibility you will age faster than you should" Jess teased him. "And if you continue staring and me like that you wouldn't have a job by the end of today" he sat properly and placed his hands on the table. She laughed at what he said, she was sure his mood was better. She knew he doesn't liked to be teased about looking old, she laughs anytime he says it. Who isn't going to grow old? "Who is it this time?" She paused

Mike thought for a second about what she was getting at. "Seriously dumb-ass?" Seeing the looking of slight confusion on his face, she giggled and spun in time with the music. "I mean, when I masturbated, silly," she said, and Mike tripped over her feet, stumbling and finally falling with a loud thwack to the floor. "Easy out there buddy." the DJ said over the speaker, and several people in the club erupted in laughter. Mike, trying to salvage what little pride he had left, picked himself up and held his hands out to Missy, intent on finishing the dance.

“Mae! It’s me, Missy! Okay, weird, of course you know I am. Where’s that awesome stepdaughter of yours?” Jane smiled as Mae chuckled. “We’re in the kitchen, Missy!” Missy’s head appeared in the doorway with a silly grin on her face. “So … I’m not even going to explain why I was talking to myself.” “At least this time it wasn’t a ten minute conversation,” Mae said. Missy’s cheeks reddened as she laughed at herself. “Stop making me look weird, Mae! I’m trying to befriend Jane here.” “Newsflash, Missy, we’re already friends.”