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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.

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!

Due to circumstances, Amber needed to get married quickly. She only had one chance to capture the man in her sights. At the Royal Ball, armed with a love potion that could manipulate body and mind, she aimed for a quiet and somber earl. Alas! The King, Ernest, drank the fruit wine she had dosed with the potion, and then confessed his love for her before the guests of the ball! He proposed to her under the spell of the love potion, and became rather forceful! Is what was to follow, a sweet married life or was it to be tainted by lies? I do not own the Image nor the story All the credit goes to the real creator

Ravaged and desolate, the Old World perished beneath the polluted sky. Radiation and infestation plagued the Earth all while a mere fraction of the human population remained. Of that rapidly diminishing population, a man approaching his thirties found himself entangled with Earth's current "War Lords" -- a pathetic bunch of insecure men who dominate what remains of the blue planet. Thrown into one of the prisons, Cain is ruthlessly prodded and experimented on. Subjected to radiation, gene altercation, and given various poisons and toxins alongside a slew of potential antidotes to match -- Cain became the War Lord’s guinea pig. Only after satisfying their voracious greed for revenge did the War Lord’s finally grant Cain some semblance of mercy. Strapped to a metal chair with a thick steel collar hung around his throat, Cain prepared himself for death. While his body slowly melted underneath the heat of one of the War Lord’s new experimental serums, an unfamiliar women’s voice called out to Cain. Summoned by a random girl in another world, she calls Cain a demon. “Demon?” Cain questions. But then it hits him — he’s been reborn and summoned. It’s a two-for-one special! *** Follow along Cain's rebirth and his unfortunate summoning into another world filled with trials, tribulations, and tragedy all composed by yours truly, thelostboy. Side note: I've tried this writing thing before and it's a lot more taxing than I was expecting. Rather than continue my old story that I fell out of love with, I figured it would be all-around more enjoyable for myself and my readers to create something I'm newly passionate about than return to shallow waters. Also also, once I get into a writing rhythm again I plan on creating a Patreon for early access chapters, I've decided not to Contract this novel for the more respectable, mature approach -- begging. May we pray I write something good.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

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.

She smiled as the world burned. He watched, bound by duty and the weight of justice. Selene Blackwell, 24, the youngest inmate to be thrown into Redboiler Prison — a maximum-security prison where only the worst of monsters are kept. They called her a psychopath. But Chief Caelum Rothwell sees something else. Beneath her cunning grin and mocking eyes, he finds a story buried in blood and fire — and something far more dangerous: a reason. Trained in rules, discipline, and the cold hands of military law, Caelum never thought he’d bend. Not for anyone. Not even her. But when a spark blooms between the sinner and the one sworn to lock her away, boundaries blur. Truths unravel. And love begins to rot the bars they built between them. One smile can rewrite a sentence. One lie can trigger a war. In a prison where secrets fester and the law is absolute, how far will you go to save the woman the world has already condemned?

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.