Witty Stories

Your typical feel-good teen love novel. When two millionaires meet two good bad girls.

"I'm not the villain. I'm not the heroine either. And at this point- I'm starting to think that might be a problem." Hi. I'm Amanda. Or... I was. Now I'm stuck in someone else's body-Cassiane's-and apparently, she had a lot going on. I thought transmigrating would mean a fresh start. Maybe some plot armor. Maybe even a dramatic glow-up. Instead, I got chaos. And whatever this story is... it's definitely not going the way it's supposed to.

"You want me to apologise?" "I want you to admit you're an ass" -A Jeon Jungkook fanfiction- ~Enemies to lovers-Soulmates AU~

Companion Novel, Stella and Luke are the main couple here, it was inspired by The Perfect Murder, you must read before this, otherwise things will not make sense. They will eventually overlap

Galilea Mirabel Brooks is not a lawyer. She has a doctorate, a successful career as a senior quantitative analyst at a hedge fund, and a resignation letter she's finally ready to submit. Then Elena Whitmore offers her a different future. Trading algorithms for litigation wasn't part of the plan. Neither were impossible cases, office politics, reluctant friendships, firm retreats, or discovering that some of the brightest legal minds in the country occasionally make spectacularly unsupported assumptions. Galilea came to Whitmore & Associates to analyze evidence. She didn't expect to find a place where she belonged. *One Easy Trick to Not Being a Lawyer* is the first novel in *Confessions of a Litigation Gremlin*, a character-driven legal drama about found family, quiet brilliance, and one wonderfully peculiar litigation analyst who keeps insisting she's not a lawyer. She's right. That doesn't stop anyone else from forgetting. #2 in legal - July 22nd, 2026.

Under a rain-heavy London sky, two strangers collide-not by chance, but by consequence. He is-a global icon and the reluctant heir to a legacy that taught him everything about success and nothing about staying. She is-a quietly ambitious designer who believes in effort, timing, and never asking twice to be chosen. Their first meeting? Reckless, miscalculated, and ends with both of them running from a mistake neither fully owns. No names exchanged. No promises made. Elegant, witty, and emotionally charged, this enemies-to-lovers romance unfolds through razor-sharp banter, quiet longing, and the undeniable pull of something that keeps returning- no matter how far they run.

Amethyst Sharpe is just a plain ordinary human girl living in a magical world filled with fairies and Elves, and other magical beings. She is an only child and lives with her Aunt Indigo in Khisfire. Both her parents were killed when she was a small child. She doesn't know how, as it was never mentioned and her Aunt Indigo never spoke about it. It was hush, hush. But not all appears to be what it is. Secrets unfold, lies leak out. Than there's Katio Singh, an elf. What happens when these two meet? Read on and find out the mystery. Written by S.M.Roberts..

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

Summer Clayton Sanders has always just been part of my life. He's my best friend's older brother, Kingston U's star quarterback, and somehow the guy every girl on campus wants. But to me, he's just Clay. The boy who surfed with me every summer and sat in the back of his pickup eating Cheetos while our boards dried in the sun. Then one stupid party changes everything. Now we're stuck somewhere between friendship and something more, hiding stolen moments and undeniable tension from the one person we can't afford to hurt. But secrets never stay buried forever. And the more time I spend with Clay again, the more I realize some people might be worth risking everything for. Clay Summer Lawson is back in my life. My little sister's best friend. The girl I used to pick up before sunrise to surf before school. The one person I never saw coming. Now she's here for her junior year, and suddenly staying "just friends" doesn't seem so simple anymore. Because one stupid party changed everything. Now all I want is to be close to her. To touch her. Kiss her. Keep her safe. But the lines between us are blurring fast, and the voice in the back of my head keeps reminding me what's at stake. Abby. Football. The NFL draft. Losing any of it isn't an option. But maybe Summer is the risk I've been willing to take all along.

once upon a time, In the middle of nowhere In the world where somewhere Two worlds collided in motion Two hearts entangled in real Fiction the journey had it's own grand tour from Chicago to Rome and even Paris was in the view from until then - holding on to until then - almost they were feeling something new. life decisions, career, family, friends, this story has been through every phase and all ends still they never left each other wondering or thought of what ifs, buts, or left to nothing they both just wanted to be with each other nothing more nothing less was their demand just so that they could be with each other they were unbothered about the world's command now will it build them more strong or will they crash like comets will their love bloom on the way or the pain which might be endless so be a witness, and fasten your emotions coz things are almost bout to get real for real as they are almost on verge of giving it all to almost knowing the unknown this time, it's cinematic for sure you know along with that it will be something await to put on a show it's holding on to almost Kairos you won't even know.

"Oh, you're using sir now? How polite of you. Did a fairy bite you overnight?" She didn't even blink. "No, but apparently I needed to remind myself how to behave in the presence of egotistical bosses." I smirked again. Fire. Always fire with this girl. "You call that a reminder? You stormed into my cabin like it's a wrestling ring." Her eyes blazed like I'd challenged her to a duel. "Because that's what this job feels like lately. Wrestling with my sanity." "Then maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." "Oh no, sir. Quitting is for the weak. I stay. I slay. And I collect pay." That caught me off guard. I let out a short laugh genuine, rare. "Is that a quote from your diary or from others' dairy?" She rolled her eyes but didn't budge. "You think this is funny? Humiliating me every second day? Whispering threats in an elevator like we're in some psychological thriller?" I stepped closer, voice dropping. "You think I care about you or what you think?" Silence. "You wore the other perfume today." "Oh, you noticed." "You have nothing to notice." The air shifted-tense, dense. Even my breath slowed. "Sorry, I didn't know your nose was on the board of directors." I stepped even closer, locking eyes with her. "Careful, Mannat. You're in my territory now." But she didn't even flinch. Just whispered with deadly precision "And you're in mine, every time you talk like that."

History has always belonged to those who remained to write it. It remembers heroes and villains, victories and betrayals, but rarely everything that came before. The choices no one noticed. The mistakes no one understood. The moments that changed everything long before anyone realised the story had already begun. Because sometimes the truth is not hidden. Sometimes it is simply forgotten. The stories remembered the prince. They remembered the chosen girl of light. They remembered the villainess who was destined to fall. They never knew what was left unwritten. Beyond the capital lay forgotten kingdoms, ancient forests untouched for centuries, creatures lost to time, and a world far greater than any story could contain. A world where magic can create wonders or leave scars, where monsters gather for reasons no one understands, and every answer only reveals how many questions were never asked. Some endings were never written. Some stories refuse to stay the way they were told. Content Note: A slow-burn reincarnation/transmigration fantasy that focuses on the journey rather than rushing to the destination. Come for the plot, stay for the banter, chaos, and all the little moments that make the adventure worth it. Content & Trigger Warnings While this story contains plenty of humour, banter, and lighthearted moments, it also explores darker themes and may be distressing for some readers. This story includes: • Strong language • Fantasy violence and magical combat • Blood and graphic injuries • Death and grief • Child abandonment, neglect, and references to abuse • Starvation, poverty, and homelessness (including abandoned children) • War, corruption, and human suffering Reader discretion is advised. ⭐ Vote if you're enjoying it! 💬 I'd love to hear your thoughts! 📖 Share with a fellow book lover! ❤️

Best friends don't look at each other like that. Best friends don't think about it after. so whatever this is- it's definitely not just that. (s2 is out now)

13x 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?

Featured in YARomance's 'Love-Hate' reading list as of 01/24/2022 Featured in TeenFiction's 'Funny Bones' reading list as of 09/23/2021 Featured in WattpadExplorer's 'Editor Choice' reading list on 05/05/2021 Featured in General Fiction's 'Finding Love' reading list as of 02/14/2021 2nd Place in Psychological Novel Reads Contest 2020 as of 09/29/2020 Featured in the Summer Reading Challenge #WP2020 as of 07/13/2020 Featured in YA's 'Animal House' reading list as of 06/27/2020 Dani doesn't take garbage from anyone. Especially not from the jerk next door. Seventeen-year-old Dani Parker can't be more excited to graduate and get out of the hellhole poor excuse of a town she lives in. With enough family drama to land her a role on a reality TV series, Dani is more than ready to leave everything behind. Her plans to lay low and enjoy the rest of her senior year take a turn when she gets new neighbours. Meet James Hastings. Ridiculously intelligent, brooding, moody, and harbouring his own baggage, the last person he expects to befriend is the obnoxious girl next door. After being forced to spend more time together, Dani tries to make the most of the situation while James wants nothing to do with her. James pushes Dani to her limits while Dani forces James to see the more positive side of situations. Through navigating their own personal troubles and turmoils, the two realize there's a thin line between love and hate. BOOK 1: COMPLETED [word count: 100,000-110,000 words] BOOK 2: ONGOING

A dead billionaire. A missing sapphire. And a private investigator who doesn't know what she's gotten into. In the rain-drenched streets of Neo London, 2038, the divide between the neon-lavished elite and the grungy, resourceful lower districts is stark. Down in the smog, Amelia Chase runs the Chase Agency with absolute confidence-and exactly twelve pounds in the bank. So when the prestigious Sterling family lawyer offers a fifty-thousand-pound retainer to solve the locked-room murder of art tycoon Alistair Sterling and recover his stolen forty-carat sapphire, Amelia naturally leaps at the chance. It's the case of a lifetime. The only problem? Her rigid and aggressively handsome police rival, Detective Marcus Cross, is already running the official investigation. Amelia and Marcus are forced into an uneasy-and highly combustible-partnership. Together with Amelia's beautifully chaotic crew, they must navigate a maze of high society that includes an icy widow, a temperamental nephew, and suspicious staff. As the real secrets thaw, Amelia begins to realize the missing sapphire hides a secret that strikes terrifyingly close to home.

I accidentally almost killed someone with magic. My mother disappeared right after. And now I'm stuck in England with the grandmother she spent sixteen years warning me about. Tabetha Clarke is rich, terrifying, suspiciously wrinkle-free, and lives in a mansion full of silent servants who disappear when nobody's looking. Literally. Then there's the cat. The demon accusations. The midnight exorcisms. And the tiny little issue of my magic feeding off living things. Apparently, that's bad. Now everyone's acting like I'm either destined to become the most powerful witch in the family... or the reason it finally destroys itself. Personally, I'd just like one normal day and maybe a waffle that doesn't come with emotional trauma.

Random magic spells to make your life fun, exciting, and magical. Explore the world of magic & witchcraft and shatter evil cults/groups. Live a life full of adventure and fantasy. If you find this Book of Random Spells, it's meant for you to read. Practice discernment and safety first. ☆𖤐✡️ [1.2026]

For anyone who has ever felt like content instead of a person One morning, Robin typed three words into Google. No capital letters. No question mark. Just flat, unceremonious: should i die The algorithm had an answer. Actually, the algorithm had fifteen million answers. Sponsored. Monetized. Discount-coded. What followed was a single day that became a media circus, a bidding war, a TED Talk, a podcast, a Netflix pitch, a Broadway musical, a cryptocurrency. Die Like a Star is a darkly funny, razor-sharp satire about the world we've built: one where your pain is a product, your grief is a brand opportunity, and even the desire to disappear gets a sponsorship deal. Robin didn't want to die famous. He just wanted to be left alone. The world had other plans.

Mississippi, 1848. Tom is enslaved, invisible, and forgotten. Then a meteor falls from the sky - and changes everything. Every Friday, for exactly eight hours, Tom transforms into a white man. Assuming the identity of the wealthy and mysterious Colonel Thomas Ashford, he wages a secret war against slavery - buying freedom, forging documents, and outwitting the most powerful men in the South. But enemies close in from every direction. Eight hours of power. A lifetime of courage. And a love that refused to care what face it wore. The Eight Hours - where identity is a disguise, freedom is a Friday, and the soul is the only thing that was ever real. Meet the cast: - Tom - enslaved genius, secret liberator, man of faith - Abigail Bellamy - the plantation owner's daughter who loves him in both his faces - Old Moses - the wise elder who sees everything - Elijah - the fearless comedian who makes danger look easy - Big Samuel - gentle giant, unbreakable protector - Sarah - the quiet strategist who outthinks everyone - Ezekiel - the literate blacksmith who becomes Jonas Creed, master of disguise - Titus Walker - the betrayer from within whose jealousy costs lives - Silas Beaumont - the ruthless slave trader hunting the Colonel's true identity - Sheriff Hiram Tolbert - the relentless lawman who never stops pursuing