Silly Stories Novels & Stories

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

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.

He asked. "Yes, and I just want to see the doctor. You know and get medications from him." I lied. I didn't tell him about my suspicion that I might be pregnant or let him even have an idea of it. But I really hope it's just the flu. **** "You can't seriously be telling me I'm pregnant right now." I laughed bitterly as I stared at the third blood test result in my hand. "This has to be some prank right?" I continued, still not believing my eyes even though I have had them redo the test three different times.

" Ninety- one percent likelihood the image is based on the key- slapping Slizzard of Solla Sollew." "The what?" By way of answer, the computer brought up the image of books, along with a paragraph of information on the book and author. The title was I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew. Apparently this book was one of the lesser known publications of the author known as Mr. Seuss. Jacquard scanned the list of Mr. Seuss's most popular books. There was one book called Green Eggs and Ham. That sounded like an interesting one to read! Another time, perhaps. For now, Jacquard moved through the text of Solla Sollew. It was about a furry creature who lived in an unpleasant place where he got st

NAIA NAIA "I also want a hug, baby," Silas whines, dragging out the last word like a sleepy child begging for one more story. I let out a soft chuckle and stretch my hand out to him. He practically melts into my side, like a damn cat curling up in a sunbeam. But the smile fades just as quick.

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."

I tried to beg, the quivering of my legs getting harder, as did my attempts to close them. “Be a good doll and come for me again,” he commanded, and my body had no other choice but to obey his command.I came, and the sensation rocked my world.I couldn’t anymore. And when I thought that, I felt a finger pushing inside me, and starting to move.“P-p-pleas-s-s-” I tried saying, but my mouth was too busy taking in air to let me speak.My whole body shook as I felt another finger slide inside.“Oh, puppy, the fun is just starting.” He curled his fingers inside of me, and all that was left of me were pieces. I was flying in the air, among the stars, and having an extraterrestrial experience.Weird sou

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

Edward spoke, more of a statement than a question. As the bar was relatively quiet at this time of day, Edward struck up conversation with his new patrons. Jack and Jill gave a short story that today was their birthdays and how they had to leave Old George and try to make something over themselves now that they'd become adults. Edward listened genuinely and intently.