Silly Book Names Novels & 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.

Ryan started, until Riley waved her hands in his face drunkenly. “Shhhh! Shut the fuck up! No one cares where it’s from, cuz it’s fucking stupid!” she hollered. Then she turned to me. “So they’re saying these stupid fuckin’ names, and I’m like, ‘No, you guys are thinkin’ too small. It’s gotta be bigger than that.’ And they’d say somethin’ else lame, like Death Star, or Heisenberg, or Straight Flush, or something stupid, and I’d be like, ‘No – bigger!’ And they’d say somethin’ else, and I’d be like, ‘BIGGER!’ and they kept sayin’ stupid shit, and I was like, ‘BIGGERRRR!’ – and then we all stopped and just kind of looked around at each other… and that was it. Bigger.” She plopped back in the s

Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

She said then giggled and I chuckled again. Apart from being pretty and a crazy whore this lady is actually really funny, like hilarious! But she is horrible at giving superhero names. Sexman?! “Is that really the best you can come up with?" “Well I have some other ideas like The Amazing Dick. Pussy Rider! Or Iron Dick..” she said and it was just getting worse as she progressed and I was left flabbergasted. “You know what? I think I like Sexman better. It's enough, thank you," I said and we both laughed.

“What’s your favourite book?” ‘Um… my favourite book… maybe the Kiss Me Softly series or In the Storm with You, but I also like Feeling Again and The Southern Brothers series. Between Us is my favourite sappiest romance, but not my favourite… Ugh, just pick one.’ “I can’t decide which book is my favourite. There are just so many that I love to choose from.” I sighed, defeated by my inability to decide on just one. My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

I had asked, my tiny fingers clutching the corner of a book I’d found in the playroom. He looked at me then, those dark eyes blinking slowly. “I don’t have one.” I tilted my head. “No name? That’s sad.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but even at that age, I could see it in him that quiet ache. Like he was used to not being seen. My eyes dropped to the book in my lap. The page I had open showed a list of weird, made-up names. One stood out. “How about... Damon?” He didn’t say anything, just looked at me.

I could never pronounce that on a first trial. Willow laughed gently. “Oh, the mute queen. I can't even pronounce her name. Hell, Andrea, you are good.” She exclaimed. “I love that story. You know, one author wrote about that. I think the book was called ‘The Silent Patient’. You should read it. You always liked stories with gods and swords.” “I will read it,” Andrea said with a nod. I pushed my plate aside. “Speaking of stories, I’ve got a new one to tell. I’m getting a Christmas tree.”