The Fun Habit Novels & Stories

“Your comfort is of the utmost importance.” Flustered, I shook my head rapidly. “No, n-no, it wasn’t that. I just… Don’t you have any f-freedom? How w-will you ever take a break?” He smiled. “I’m long passed that, Mrs Cartelli. I am far older than I appear.” “Far older?” I frowned. “Yes, closing in on fifty.” My lips pressed together. “But wouldn’t you like the opportunity to… to find a partner o-or go out with friends or a-anything else?”

Unknown number. One message. “Tick tock. Fire chooses eventually.

This is one of the kind. "Yow, Soren," Laz greeted me happily and hugged me. Dion did the same. I just smiled at them and made our way to the black couch. As soon as I was seated, I reach for the bottle of The Lost Abbey Cable Car Kriek and pour it into a shot glass. I put down the beer and immediately drank it. "Chill," I heard Dion chuckle. I put down the shot glass. I removed my suit and loosened my necktie as I leaned on the couch. Rohan started to play a song, Untold Stories by Buju Banton. Then Rohan put his arm around me.

“Do you like… uhm manly and uhm… mature?” "..."

Iphan scoffed "Only if Cage knew that he's more of a lapdog than a right hand man. Poor him. He doesn't know how much of a puppet he is" "Lame joke!" Baron rolled his eyes "I'd rather you cut off your hands 'cause they pilfer X-habit's drugs and money like they don't" Iphan said, a look of seriousness growing on his face "Fucking stay out of my shit, Iphan" Baron snarled "No! You stay out of X-habit's shit!" Iphan shot back

“This one is physical! No more brains, folks, now we need brawn!” I felt a flicker of real interest. This was… silly. Childish, even. But for the first time tonight, it sounded like it might actually be fun. A stupid, simple kind of fun I hadn’t had in forever. A fun that didn’t involve secrets or lies or looking over my shoulder.

I should really stop doing that. “I know you want to go on the trip. If it were up to me, I don’t plan on going.” “That’s why you don’t have friends. You don’t know how to have fun sometimes.” He raised his eyebrow. “Who said I don’t know how to have fun?” I faced him again. “Alright then. Name a few things that you do as a hobby that you enjoy.” “I go to the gym regularly.” “That’s not a hobby.” “Who said? It’s my hobby.”

Only a fool would find it unimpressive. I gestured at the technician again, and he switched the slide to the one describing the rules of the Happy Club. “This is how we earn money without creating any negative effects,” I said as I pointed at the screen. “The Happy Club is an exclusive group of companies. We don't advertise their products, but we highlight their daily offers—their special offers for Happy App users alone. Some offers' range is local, but others' range is nationwide. Not everyone can join the Happy Club. We have strict rules for those who want to participate in our program, but even with those restrictions, we still receive thousands of daily requests from those willing to jo

Group hug it is. Finally !

Apart from Lyall's softly murmured tune and the clinking of the spoon against the mixing bowl as he stirs, we're in silence. The sort of easy, comfortable silence you only have with people you’ve known for ages. The kind you don't feel like you need to fill. That fact that they barely know me doesn't seem to bother them at all. It's almost like we've know each other forever. I'd never in a hundred years have imagined that hanging out with them like this could feel so... normal. It's not at all like the frantic, over-the-top videos the boys post to their official YouTube Fable channel. Watching those, you'd think every moment of their lives is one wild roller coaster ride, an endless stream o