Soul Funny Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah! Right. Now you will cut down my expenses. Oh my god. Where is my Daniel and Bunny who used to let me have anything I put my finger on?? Where are my boyfriends who spent bucks on me without asking? Ohh. How poor of me." Russell was being over dramatic, screaming and crying like a broken girlfriend. He had his hand over his face, protesting like he was ditched. Carson and Daniel were rolling in the floor laughing out. "Damn Russell, you are such a drama." Carson teased him still laughing when Russell launched himself on both of them on floor. "I am being over dramatic. Huh. Let me show you I can be over wild too." He started tickling them both. Pinning them under his legs. And soon

Seraphina glowed, her eyes darting to my corner with triumphant glee. I’d had enough. I slipped away to the long bar set up in the conservatory. I bypassed the champagne, poured three fingers of neat Scotch, and swallowed it in one burning gulp. Peace was not an option. A cluster of Seraphina’s hangers-on—daughters of minor syndicate figures—swarmed over, their laughter sharp and pointed. “Look, it’s the Caruso ghost,” one sneered. “Why the long face? Jealous that your sister actually deserves her party?”

Xiao Dust looked at the Soul Mound and said coldly. "Interesting ..." Soul Mound grimly laughed, his arms spread, suddenly turned out a dozen black misty dead spirit puppets out, these dead spirit puppets, the same similar to the corpse puppets, no soul, no thought, in the world of man with the grievances of the power of the dead gas for life.

The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!" I pouted, It's not my fault this host chose such a scythe! She could choose garden scissors yet choose this! I flipped my hair like nothing happened, "Huh, you must be scared so badly you started laughing like a maniac~ I can't help it if you're a baby~" "Eh?" ... "I just want to accumulate soul points but those souls I encountered keep laughing at my scythe! Laugh now because later you'll cry on my amazing scythe!" --- K Whatever

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

I lost my precious belonging to him, I had to know who I shared this bond with. “Because I saw your soul,” He took it like I was kidding with him, why? Because he laughed. Not chuckled, laughed. “You’re funny…” He shifted me in his lap in a snap. My hair was displaced all over my face which he tugged away and played with other strands. His eyes were on my hair when he said, “There’s nothing as such a soul in me, I’m born devil,” I wasn’t expecting this. What did that mean?

I tell him and he nods. “Am glad we have an understanding and I think from now on. You and I will get along fine. Now, do you remember what I said if something like this happens again?” I asked him. “Yes, I remember.” He answers, his face is white as snow, and I can see that he is in a lot of pain. Poor man. “Good, Fingers, drive him to the nearest hospital and leave him there,” I tell him and get out of the cold room. I met Souls just as I am headed to the shower, they call him Souls because he enjoys watching people as their souls leave their bodies when they die. Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Christian Henry makes the funny jokes sometimes. Who knew?