Silly Stories Novels & Stories

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

Holly suggested they tell stories to pass the time. Isabella started, recounting a funny story from her childhood about getting stuck in a tree while trying to rescue a cat. Holly followed with a tale of her own, involving a disastrous attempt at baking a cake that ended with the fire department showing up. When it was Maxwell's turn, he hesitated. "I don't have any funny stories." Holly nudged him playfully. "Come on, Maxwell. There's got to be something." Maxwell thought for a moment, then began to speak. "Alright, but don't laugh. When I was a kid, I was terrified of thunderstorms. Every time one hit, I'd hide under my bed with my favorite stuffed animal, a rabbit named Mr. Fluffy."

He shifted onto his side, facing me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach at the close proximity. Before I could voice my protest, he began gently patting my head, his touch surprisingly soothing. As he started to tell the story, his voice was soft and sleepy, the words drawn out and muddled. "Once there was this big tiger," he murmured, his voice trailing off as he searched for the next part of the story. "He had an elephant friend, who had a giraffe friend who had a... ummm... lion as his friend who had a..." I struggled to make sense of the tale he wove, each sentence blending into the next in a haze of drowsiness. Despite the nonsensical nature of his narrative, I found m

I tilted my head to the side, and she laughed. “I made all those stories up because I was bored. Not a lot of people in this pack have seen me, so it made sense that they believed whatever information they heard. It started as a silly joke, but you know how rumors can be. Once you send them out, they morph into something different,” I nodded slowly, still trying to make sense of everything she said.

Sonnet replied on Maxwell’s behalf. Louise chuckled and said, “Sonnie, you’re really mischievous. It seems like you don’t want us to know about your love story! Tell us about it. It must be just like a fairytale. I’m looking forward to listening to your story!”

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Lila’s POV The university’s bell has finally rang after waiting for almost two hours for this boring subject. I never liked math. For me, that was the most boring subject ever. Numbers, after numbers, and then numbers again. Tsk tsk. All I want to learn is cocks and cocks and dick. Smirking at my own thoughts, I took all my things and immediately left our room. The next subject is my favorite one. Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night.

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the