Young Adult Humor Books Novels & Stories

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END. Dear Readers, Thank you for reading Charlie and Taylor’s story, “The Bad Boy Next Room.” Writing my first young adult book has been such a fun experience. I loved coming up with the funny moments, but nothing compares to the joy of seeing how they made you laugh. Your comments were priceless, and I’m genuinely grateful for all that you’ve shared with me.

A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels! She casually skimmed through them and almost choked on her saliva. "CEO's Pursuit of Wife Hustle," "Thirty-Six Techniques for Chasing Wives," "Demon Campus Hunk's Guide to Flirting," "Campus Hunk's Love Lessons"... Diana: ... What on earth are these trashy things! She looked at the little kid in front of her with a pained expression on her face. The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused.

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

Her life was perfect. "There's the birthday girl." Shelly squealed as her two besties enveloped her in a hug. She was just stepping out of the shower and her friend's presence made her feel more festive. "So tell me, how does it feel to be twenty-one?" Cindy, her nerd bestie asked. Shelly rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to be your young adult project, Cindy." "It's just a question," Cindy grumbled and rolled her big eyes. "We both know you're writing a book on young adults," Kiara, her normal friend said between laughs.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with humor. The conversation flowed easily from there, and Holly found herself enjoying Aaron’s company more than she’d expected. Despite the age difference, they had a lot in common—both of them felt out of place in the club, more comfortable in quieter settings. She even found herself laughing at his dry, self-deprecating jokes.

My first stop was the romance section, hoping to find a few good books to take back to my room for some relaxing reading. As I scanned the titles, one in particular caught my eye: The Toad and Her Man. The title alone made me burst into laughter. It was so absurdly funny that I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of what the story might entail. I decided to add it to my growing stack of books.

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

Luca drawls, his voice just loud enough for Elijah to hear, “what do you call a werewolf that’s also a librarian?” I glance at him, intrigued but suspicious. “I don’t know. What?” “A fur-midable opponent for anyone who returns their books late.” It’s so cheesy that I can’t help but burst out laughing. Luca grins wider, clearly satisfied with himself. I cover my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh, but it’s too late. I’m doubled over, shaking with amusement, the ridiculous joke breaking through all the tension that had been swirling around me. And that’s all it takes.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?