Miss Joke Novels & Stories

“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.”

– Megan gave her a light elbow in the shoulder, making her smile shyly. - I still haven't overcome all my insecurities, unfortunately. But luckily I have Mahara and her wonderful couch to help me with that. So please don't rat me out. – Missy pretended to beg, good-humored – Heaven knows I would be absolutely nothing without her therapy sessions. She gave a falsely regretful sigh, unable to help but smile happily.

He called out desperately, his eyes reflecting the feeling. Missy was so much enjoying herself, just one more thing with him and she will be done. He’s not really embarrassed yet, rolling on the floor, kissing her feet, all of those might be earning sympathy than mockery. She wants him mocked and laughed at, every time people giggle at the sight of him, he should be reminded not to ever mess with her again. “Confirm this rumor. And that is all, is it true that you and your father likes fucking the same hole?” Missy asked, head tipping up as she raised a questioning brow at him.

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.

I smirked, licking my lips as we pulled back from the kiss. “Mmm, sure, it’s not just the kiss? Because I could get drunk faster on your lips than a bottle of saki.” Missy winked. “Can someone please keep eating the sushi? I’m eager to be a more active participant.” Sheila moaned. “Oh, I can make you an active participant if your guest doesn’t mind finishing the sushi,” Missy smirked, reaching behind her to unclasp her lingerie.

We were getting dressed for the visit to the hospital, I should tell my friends, but it might not seem right. “Why?” I grabbed my phone, gazing at Misan like I'm upset about it. “Because, oh well we aren't ready to spill the tea to you yet,” she replied. Misan had greatly influenced her in teasing me, wonderful! “How's your day okabee out today? Or Mr. right living with you, is gonna entangle himself in you all through the day?” “I'm gonna have to sue you for badmouthing,” I sad. I covered my mouth with my right hand, laughing at her guess. If I know where well, I think she'd chose for the second option.

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

I hastily covered my neck and fibbed, "These aren’t hickeys! Th-They’re mosquito bites!" "Rina, I wasn't born yesterday." Misha was smarter than she let on. If she put all her intelligence into her work, she would surely get a promotion sooner rather than later. "But it's the truth," I insisted. "Knock it off already. We’re all adults here. Passionate sex leaves passionate marks," Misha stated matter-of-factly. I smiled sheepishly. Misha then froze as if something had clicked in her mind. "Both of you are spotting hickeys today… Are you the one who slept with Mr. Jethro?!"

"Hugo, did you hear that? She told me to think about the consequences. Oh, I'm so scared." Only when she'd had her fill of laughing did she turn back to face me. "Jillian, what makes a swindling fake socialite like you think you can act so high and mighty in front of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you don't go out and prey on other men." I had completely lost my patience.

I asked him, wearing a frown. "Did you just say mourn?" "Of course, I thought I had finally secured my money bag; I thought I wouldn't go on these blind dates anymore; I even stood up to Mrs. Tanner at the office today." "Mrs Tanner?" "Yeah, Mrs. Tanner." "Anyways, I got a little consolation prize for dating that monster for even a day," I said while touching the diamond necklace sitting pretty on my neck. "You're crazy, Charmer."