funny hymn stories

This novel is an "always-ongoing" novel containing a compilation of fictional funny stories. New fictional funny stories will be added to new chapters in this book over time.

This novel contains a compilation on funny chats to entertain all of you. One chapter refers to one chat.

This novel contains funny conversations between fictional people. They are written to entertain all of you. One chapter represents one conversation in this novel.

In the small city of Haverfall, lived Caspian, a renowned detective. He was just an ordinary person until one day, a mysterious incident happened. "Can you please move out of the way?" said Caspian as the crowd moved to let him pass through. He parked his car and entered the house of the incident. As he entered the room of the crime scene, he could only gasp at the sight, "What the f—" It was a bloody mess. Guts were all over the place, even the ceiling. As he looked at the body, he saw that the torso of the victim was utterly obliterated. There were no clues... not a single one. But Caspian is a stubborn man, so he tries to find everything and comes across a mysterious group. He warned them not to move, or he'll shoot, but without a care, they didn't listen. Caspian shot, but to his surprise, one of them even laughed. He didn't know what had happened, but he was knocked out. Just after that day, his mother, an agent from an unknown organization, told him to stop investigating and that they'll handle it. He was angry, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, but he planned on investigating regardless of the consequences. A few more murders happened, and Caspian eventually got caught investigating something without proper permission and was suspended. That's where it all happened, an encounter with the unknown, something that didn't die no matter how much he tried to kill it—the encounter with the supernatural. Mysteries begin to unsolve as the dark secrets of the world hold true. The fate of the world bides within him... the oath sworn by the apocalypse. This is the path of the Condemned. (It's pretty light-hearted, so you don't have to worry. No NTR, No cuckoldry, No UB, No bad tags. Just good old harem with a plot instead of pure harem. Small warning though, the MC won't be immediately strong since that would make no sense storywise. He will still need to train to be able to reach the strength everyone else has. [I could just make him gain a power-up but that would be too easy, LMAO]. Also, English is my third language, so I'm sorry if I have a lot of typos/grammatical errors.) Uploaded Rate: 3-4 Chapters per week Upload Schedule: M-T-T-F Words per Chapter: 1500 Minimum Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, so if you own it, please inform me, and I'll gladly take it down.

Hello! I’m currently in the process of rewriting (The hymn of Vivshi) I’m sorta half way done. So if you want the canon chapters just read up to chapter 65 of currently! more chapters will be updated as time goes on. Freedom exists in many forms. Each person has their own perspective on Freedom. One might say Freedom is the ability to go and do whatever you want but what comes after you do whatever you what? The interpretation of Freedom is endless and due to all of these ideas of what Freedom could be, Gods called Aeons are born. In this story you will witness fairytales about conservation, passion, rejuvnation, fear, joy, nihility, serenity, dexterity, desire, remembrance, breakage and guilt.

This novel is an always ongoing novel containing funny stories. One chapter represents one story. New funny stories will be added here over time. So, stay tuned! Notes: All stories and characters in this novel here are fictional! This novel is just for fun!

Many think of the afterlife, some think they will face the judgment of God, some think they will only fade away in the darkness of nothing or that they will be reicarnated in another world. Like any nerd and otaku, Kaio belived/hopped that will be the last option that would happened to hum when he died, and that's what happened to him, he just didn't expect it to turn into a dungeon. Now he will have to adapt quickly, if he want to survive in this new world, that seems like a mixture of a western fantasy world and eastern cultivation, as possibly the only Dungeon in the world.

This is a collection of hilarious blogs written over a long period of time. Some are serious but mostly this book is comprised of blogs that are silly and funny.

To save her empire, they gave the Saintess Ilia to the Abyss. They thought they were sacrificing her to a place. They were wrong. The Abyss was not a place. It was him. Zephar. A fallen god of ruin and sorrow, imprisoned in a cathedral of shadows. His beauty was a sin, his voice was velvet and venom, and his eyes held the light of dying stars. He was everything she was taught to fear, and everything her soul secretly craved. He offered her a deal, not with a handshake, but with a brand upon her soul. He would spare her world, and in return, he would own her. Her every prayer, once for heaven, now belonged to him alone. He was her cruelest tormentor, delighting in shattering her fragile faith. Yet, he was also her most obsessive protector. When the world that sacrificed her dared to hurt her, he would wrap her in shadows and command with the thunder of a jealous king: “Tell me who made you cry, so I can unmake them.” In the arms of the one being she was meant to fear, Ilia found the only truth in a world of holy lies. She was meant to be his prisoner, but she became his obsession. And he, the monster from her nightmares, became her only sanctuary. Now, her faith is dead. Her devotion is his. And to save her fallen god, she will not just defy heaven. She will become the heresy that brings it to its knees. “Fall for me, Ilia,” he commanded, his voice a promise of beautiful ruin. “And I will be the only god you ever need.”

A brutally broken man is reborn as the herald of a chained god. Now, armed with a sword forged from his father's bones and a hunger that can unmake worlds, he must shatter the celestial seals binding his patron, one bloody, catastrophic step at a time.