This Is Ridiculous Novels & Stories

The joke would not be funny anymore, I suppose. "Marcus," I said to my best friend. He was looking at his computer. I knew he was planning something safe. Trust him to be meticulous about saving lives. "Yes," He said, looking up at me, and I sat up on the couch. The Alpha office was built for one Alpha, and Marcus was occupying the seat, leaving me to use the couch. We might have to add another desk to equalise. "I am really pissed off about that private joke," I confessed, "I say we fuck peace and rain down on them. When they too have to hide in bomb shelters and whatnot, it would no longer be funny," I said, and he sighed.

“The universe sent me wisdom. And comedy.” “You—!” she stomped her foot. “That was private parent conversation! You’re not allowed to store embarrassing data on your tenants!” “I’m not storing anything,” he replied calmly. “Just wondering if the earrings on the stick figure helped the examiner remember the answer.” She turned a shade of red no artist could paint. And in her flustered fury, as she stomped again — one of her delicate silver anklets snapped off and fell onto the stairs with a soft metallic ting.

Fuck. What does this guy thinks he's doing

She’s dumber than I thought. Love makes people do crazy things — that much I know. But this? This is madness with sprinkles. Stealing condoms … okay, not that … but faking DNA tests, drugging, raping, killing fetuses, plotting with murderers, shooting friends. Someone should hand these people a referral card to a psychiatrist’s office and lock the door behind them. “You clearly cracked your biscuit somewhere,” Lee sighs, his sarcasm wrapped in sing-song sweetness. Somehow, he makes crazy sound cute.

A whole freaking one-eighty. “This is bullshit.” Malrik cursed softly. And once again, I couldn’t agree more.

Read me, stupid!

This is bad. Really, really bad.

*This is not the first time. "Oh my god, I have been such a fool," Greg muttered, his palm slapping against his forehead, the sound sharp and despairing. He turned away, his shoulders slumped. "This is absolutely fucking ridiculous," he declared, his voice rising again, very, very loud, filled with a raw, guttural pain. "Oh my god, I can't believe this." He shook his head briskly, a gesture of utter defeat. "The both of you, you both need to get out of my house right now because I cannot do this."

"You're being ridiculous." I pressed my head, feeling that my frustration was mounting. "I'm not being ridiculous," I replied a bit sharply, "This dress is too short and too tight to be called a decent dress. I don't want to wear something that's meant to invite and seduce a man. That's just not who I am." I said firmly.

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good