Sans Funny Novels & Stories

V. I closed the door and left the suitcase on the sofa. I walked towards the kitchen. I was no longer surprised to it's color. As in the living room most of the furniture here is blue. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Jusq! I hate blue! The equipment here is complete. And what’s even funnier is that the fridge is almost full as well. It seems that it was included in what Uncle paid.

"Mr. Sterling shows Maeve a level of care and respect you will clearly never understand." "Papa, don't," I said, gently touching my father's arm. "There's no need to explain anything to him." I turned to Rhys. "Rhys, don't bring up that childhood betrothal again. It was just a joke made by the dons over drinks. It was never real." "Those were your words. Are you taking them back now?" Rhys opened his mouth, but no words came out. "The answer should be obvious," I said, standing up. "It was a joke then, so let's not pretend it's serious now."

Raya closest friend, Sun hi, giggled uncontrollably as they all walked towards the cashier to end a whole seventy nine minutes of insignificant shopping. "Maybe she was probably going to give it to her sister at home." The guy in their midst roared out in laughter, only to be quickly hushed up by Sun hi's most often used phrase; "funny, not funny." She was a real diva when it came to shushing people off. "Oh shut up, purple headed lizard!" He instantly returned a reply.

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"

This is really not funny and it really makes me want to slam my uncle right now. "I've been doing it for two days. This face is very similar, but I still don't feel comfortable wearing it. The air circulation is still very bad!” "You're just annoying uncle!" “Ahahaha, you young man. But, you haven't answered my question just now. Did you do something to that girl?” "YES, UNcle!" "Ahahahahahahahah!" Frans was still laughing loudly "This isn't funny at all, uncle!" “Yeah…yeah, this isn't very funny. Go, your girl is in the study. You have to solve your problem with him! Go away!"

Her eyes were barely open. And she looked thoroughly unimpressed by life. The sight was so ridiculous that Sarah immediately burst into laughter. Jenny joined her seconds later. Ann frowned. “I don’t appreciate being laughed at.” “You absolutely deserve it,” Jenny replied. Ann sighed dramatically. “Good morning to you too.” The laughter only intensified. The rest of the morning passed pleasantly. The three friends settled comfortably in the living room, talking about everything from school memories to embarrassing stories, future plans, relationships, and work.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

KIRA "I am not a wanted criminal playing hide-and-seek with the police, if that’s what you’re asking," I attempt a joke. It's not funny to Rhys. The brooding man doesn’t so much as grunt, but again, he could listen to a five-minute-long report without the slightest reaction. It unnerves me all the same.

My dad’s best friend. He had always been a fixture in my life. I remembered him from my earliest childhood memories: tall, dark-haired, always impeccably dressed, always laughing at my bad jokes, offering me candy when my dad scolded me. Back then, he was like an uncle warm, protective, safe. But now… now, something about him was different. His presence made my pulse hammer faster than it had any right to, and his gaze lingered on me in ways that made my stomach twist. Dangerous ways. Forbidden ways.

“That’s the only version of you that isn’t apologizing for how badly she wants to be fucked.” The air between us crackled. I could smell him. My pussy clenched hard at the scent of whiskey on his breath. “You make this sound so twisted,” I breathed. “Maybe because it is.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “And you like it.” God, I did. I looked away, wrapping my arms around myself, but it only made my sensitive nipples drag against the fabric. “You know normal people would think this is insane,” I said. A faint, dangerous smile curved his lips.