Satire Stories

Title: I Transmigrated as the Villainous Mother-in-Law and Slapped My Sons Awake Synopsis: Jiang Wanning transmigrated into a novel, straight into the role of the infamous villainous mother-in-law. In the book, she was the scumbag male lead's mother, the wicked mother-in-law of a noble family who helps a so-called 'white lotus' concubine torment the true heroine and ruined her own family's reputation. ...Not on her watch. Rolling up her sleeves, Jiang Wanning decided to do what readers could only dream of... slap sense into her sons. When her eldest wanted to marry that white-lotus concubine -Slap! The eldest son froze. "Mother... you hit me?!" Jiang Wanning: "You favor your concubine and destroy your wife? I'll slap you awake!" When her second left his pregnant wife to save a junior sister-Slap! The second son gaped. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Who told you to play hero when your wife is at home? I'll slap you awake!" When her youngest proudly introduced his battlefield savior-Slap! The youngest son was dumbfounded. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Even a savior can be mistaken. You're blind! I'll slap you awake!" ----- By the time the Marquis found himself holding a divorce letter in the dead of night, he was completely baffled. "I have no concubines, no junior sisters, and no saviors... Then why is Madam still divorcing me?!"

Show based what-if's. What if Arnav chose love over ego? What if the terrace night ended differently? What if Shyam returned for revenge? Currently writing on Lavanya's villain era! Banner by __shiri__

As Chloe struggles to understand her new reality, unknown forces begin to stir in the shadows, and an ancient power awakens, bringing with it secrets that could change everything. Yet, in the midst of this looming storm, she turns the key to a small café on the corner-its warm lights spilling into the night. Meanwhile, her friends begin uncovering mysteries of their own, each discovery pulling them deeper into a world far stranger than they imagined also dealing with other strange things. Together, they must navigate the unknown, even as the lines between truth, myth, and destiny begin to blur. ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼ ℙ.𝕊. ᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫▫·∙∙ ᵀʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴬᶻᵗᵉᶜ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃʳᵏˢ ᵐʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ. ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃᵗⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ. I'll do my best to make this story stand out from others. It will include Spanish, a few Nahuatl expressions, and some French, each with translations provided for your convenience. 🔥Contains elements of fear and some violence. ᴺᵉʷ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ. ᴺᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ. ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᶠᵒˡᵈ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, but I am intrigued writing about Paris. From here on, the remaining chapters will unfold entirely through dialogues.

Wrote this for fun. Y/n slander....hate all ya want #satire #dontcomesfterme || 3 Y/n Regular stories || || 1..fantasy Y/n story? || || 1 demon x Y/n story || **TRIGGER WARNING: Y/n.**

In a world where brains are bleached for compliance, Robert's went missing. He found it in pieces - half-eaten, pink-stained, and now shared with his neighbor. The system demands transparency. Their brain is anything but.

When Y/N joins Bedford High school for her first day, she has no idea that three members of staff already have eyes for her.. which R will she choose? Spin off of the hit novel Baba Grill

A seemingly normal girl steals the strongest& richest CEO alphas heart....(SATIRE & SUPER CRINGE!!!!!!)

Apa jadinya kalau tatapan tajam bisa bikin orang berubah? Joko Wiryawan, guru SD yang terkenal dengan "tatapan maut"-nya, nggak pernah mukul murid. Tapi sekali dia menatap... murid bisa langsung merasa berdosa tiga generasi ke belakang. Dari tatapan itu, lahir gerakan "Tatapan Sosial" - aksi diam yang bikin pelanggar aturan malu sendiri. Tapi saat gerakan itu viral dan diambil alih pemerintah, segalanya jadi kacau. Orang jujur dibunuh. Anak SD balas dendam pakai pisau dapur. Dan orang-orang yang cuma mau terlihat baik, malah membunuh kebaikan itu sendiri. Sebuah kisah lucu, getir, dan reflektif tentang moral, media sosial, dan bahaya jadi manusia paling benar di internet. > Karena terkadang... yang paling perlu diselamatkan bukan dunia, tapi diri sendiri dulu.

Written works for the clinically inane. Poems, text blurbs, short stories. Anything my brain spewed out.

This is an English translation of my own fiction novel: Mari Kita Bully Demi Kebaikan. What happens when a single stare can change a person? Joko Wiryawan, an elementary school teacher famous for his death stare, has never laid a hand on a student. But one look from him... and a kid instantly feels guilty for the sins of their entire bloodline. From that stare came the "Social Stare Movement" - a silent act that made rule-breakers crumble under their own shame. But once the movement went viral and the government hijacked it, everything fell apart. Honest people started dying. Elementary kids took revenge with kitchen knives. And those who only wanted to look "morally perfect" ended up killing the very idea of goodness itself. A funny, bitter, and painfully honest story about morality, social media, and the danger of trying to be the most righteous person on the internet. Because sometimes... the one that needs saving the most isn't the world - but yourself.

Lex was a basement dwelling, caffeine fueled, MMO junkie with zero real world accomplishments and a level 80 necromancer he was weirdly proud of. One unlucky night, Lex dies, chokes on a chicken nugget while arguing in chat. Lame as hell. Instead of the afterlife he expected, he wakes up as a ghost, tethered to the city he lived in. But something's off. He's now part of the Haunting System, a bizarre LitRPG framework that tracks his XP from tormenting the living, learning ghost powers, and scaring up mischief. His best friend Miles is now stuck dealing with Portland's magical underbelly. Soul harvesting cults, hipster necromancers, vape shop warlocks, and a growing glitch in reality that's swallowing ghosts like corrupted save files. He might be dead, but the game isn't over. It's just getting weird and Lex isn't the only ghost on the leaderboard.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

this book is like an add-on book from the original book "Coseph". go and read that first before reading this. this book basically has headcanons for that book for all characters. please vote on these chapters as it gives our books recognition, thank you 🥹 (ALSO THIS IS SATIRE!!!)

I'm gonna become the next Quan Millz! Believe it! this whole fic started when I found the cover and thought it was hilarious. I'll add the description when I'm done give me time💔💔💔💔

In spite of the title, I really do care though. Let's talk about it.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

COMPLETELY SATIRE This was written in a coding class In a kingdom where dungeons have one bed on purpose, and alpha males growl more than they speak, Y/N is just trying her best to survive with her paper-thin, four foot one, low iron, petite, fragile, wind-sensitive hourglass figure. Lorenzo Russo - her tall, six foot seven, muscular, sigma, alpha-wolf, baddie roommate who growls instead of talking and insists on calling her kitten. Levi Russo - Lorenzo's nonchalant baddie alpha twin, that pretends to hate her. But everything changes when a jealous gust of wind steals Y/N straight out of her dungeon cell and drops her into Levi's bedroom, right onto his twin bed. Suddenly she's caught between a possessive alpha, his nonchalant twin, and her own inability to stay on the ground for more than seven minutes.

A retelling of the episode Bart After Dark, with the intergation of my OC Logan Shields and his parents. 👯‍♀️💃🏠🌃🌙🎶👏🍸🍷🌹 Disclaimer: I only own the Shields Family. The rest of The Simpsons are property of Matt Groening and 20th Century Fox Studios.

That's an interesting question! In this collection of short stories, you will learn: who is The Big Bad Wolf, whose breakdancing skills are surprisingly great, why the hell there's a deer's corpse in the basement and much more!

Twenty-five, unmarried, and the eldest daughter in a Delhi household, the same bumpy rickshaw ride, the same crowded metro, the same tele caller job that her neighbours mistake for something shameful. Her life is monotonous, predictable, suffocating. Until one morning, a stranger starts taking her route. Same metro. Same time. Same station. At first, it's just an observation. Then it becomes a pattern she can't ignore. Then it becomes something she can't name, something that disrupts the careful numbness she's built around herself. He doesn't know her story. He doesn't know about the broken phone screens, the judgemental aunties, the weight of being the responsible one. He's just there, every single day, like a question she's afraid to answer. In a life lived between stations, where every day bleeds into the next, this unnamed thing, this pull toward someone who exists outside her world of duty and sacrifice, threatens to derail everything she's convinced herself she doesn't deserve. A sharply funny, achingly honest story about the eldest daughters who hold families together while falling apart themselves, and what happens when something, or someone, makes them wonder if there's more to life than just surviving it.