Silvia Ailaughatmyownjokes Novels & Stories

"You're so scholarly, Silvia, and I love how clear your eyes are. You're like a fairy!" Just like that, Silvia's awkwardness vanished. The praise made her face burn, and she liked Lindy even more now. Marcus said with a laugh, "You have a good eye. Silvia here is a writer." "Oh, really? What's your pen name?" Lindy was immediately curious. Her hobbies were gossip and reading. In her spare time, she even wrote novels. "It's Claudia Jenn," said Silvia. Lindy instantly looked surprised. "Oh, so you're Claudia Jenn? I love your short essays! Your writing style is so detailed and smooth, like a gentle breeze blowing into my heart. Every time I'm frustrated or restless, I read your works and feel

He scoffed. "Hey, I’m not like you; I know how to cook food and take care of myself." Silas makes the fun "Dad, look at him; he is making fun of me." Sophia groaned. "Am I wrong?" "You even know how to make coffee?" Silas laughed. "Hey, shut up, otherwise I’ll come there and kill you!" Sophia warned him, making him shut his mouth. Silas laughed. "Guys, I miss you all."

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

I answered flatly as Elliot raised a brow in amusement. “She can answer for herself right?” He asked and before I could fire back, he added quickly with a smirk. “I mean, I know she’s also got bad eyesight, but she’s not mute. Is she?” I turned to Lila who blushed from embarrassment, her eyes going sad as Elliot stared at both of us. The silence hit longer than expected and he seemed to realize we didn’t like his joke or humor whatsoever. He needed to leave! “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it sounded. Fuck!” He said in a panic, his eyes going wide as he continued. “I swear, I didn’t mean it to sound like an insult, just—just a terrible joke—”

“Running already?” I froze, my heart lurching into my throat. “I wasn’t running,” I said without turning around, my voice sharper than I intended. Silas chuckled, low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You always were a terrible liar.” I bit my lip, the sting of his words striking deeper than they should have. Slowly, I turned to face him. He was sitting up now, the sheet pooled around his waist, leaving his torso bare. His eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto mine.

"I...I also don't get it." "Is this a type of cruel joke? Did anyone send you to my company as a spy to bother me?" Ralph's voice trembled slightly. "Because if they happened to—" "Nobody sent me," Silvia interrupted, her tone steadier than she truly felt. "I got here by chance." I needed a job. "That’s all there is." Ralph scrutinized her features, his eyes tracing every aspect as though searching for dishonesty. "It’s impossible," he whispered, primarily to himself instead of to her. "The resemblance is too precise to be simply coincidence."

Sei was forced out through the door and Silas shut it, making me crumble. "BAHAHAHA!" I laughed loudly, clutching onto my stomach. That was the most hilarious thing I've ever heard in a while. I kicked the blanket off me and opened my eyes, sitting up on the bed. "Oh my goodness, oh man! I can't... I can't breathe." My laugh soon died out when I stared back at Silas. I thought he would be smiling at me but he was giving me the deadliest glare I have ever seen. I quickly shut my mouth and frowned, wondering what I had done wrong this time.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

Silvy points to her food with her fork. “ This is my latest craving. It is sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, ham cubes, salsa and sour cream. I just mixed it all up.” Silvy said. Ailee looks over at my plate that is Silvy’s but I added eggs. “ As far as some of the cravings go that doesn’t sound too bad.” Ailee said. “ It isn’t.” I agreed. Silvy’s lifts her fork and offers it to Ailee. “ Try a bite.” she said. Ailee leaned in and did as Silvy asked. Once Ailee’s mouth was full she sat back chewing. When she was done Ailee said “ That actually isn’t bad.” Silvy and Ailee talked while Silvy and I ate. I finished and got up to rinse my plate. Skanks handle the dishes but I’m not an ass.

About Corin accidentally dyeing his hair green with an herbal mixture. I didn't want to laugh. But I couldn't help it. The stories were ridiculous. And the way they told them, talking over each other and adding details, made everything funnier. By the end, my sides hurt and tears ran down my face. Good tears, for once. "There," Silas said, looking satisfied. "That's better." "I forgot what laughing felt like," I admitted. "Then we'll have to do this more often," Kaelen said quietly.