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Any chapter with Melissa in it is automatically more wholesome, so here we go:


“Are you heading to lunch by any chance? I haven’t eaten anything but a stale muffin all day because I was running behind when my phone died. You know, my battery life always says I have like ten hours left and then I never do. My husband says it’s because I always leave the wifi running but I don’t see why that should have anything to do with it. Normally he just wakes me up if my alarm doesn’t go off since he’s already up anyway, but he and my son are in Florida for a hunting trip, and they even took the dog, so there was nobody home to shake me out of dreamland. I mean, it’s fine anyway since our Clifford is too strong for his or anyone else’s good. I can’t even walk him, God bless the little devil.”

She stops talking for a whole 0.2 seconds as she points her car keys at a little key lime green Scion iQ, and opening the passenger’s side door, drops her briefcase on the seat before grabbing a little purple tote almost identical to mine.

“Our lovable little werewolf dragged me half a dozen feet once when he saw a squirrel, and he wasn’t even full-grown at the time! 'Not again,’ I said. I told my husband 'I can walk Chihuahuas, Yorkies, Dachshunds, and Pugs,' but if he wants to keep getting and training these big scary police dogs, they’re gonna have to be handled by somebody bigger than me.”

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penny and malick’s romance from my comic ode to joy has a lot of cute moments

My best gag right now is that Vince injures himself way to frequently because of his ignorance. My favorite one so far is him rolling down a hill because he forgot how gravity worked.

As for cute moments... whats cuter than children putting on a play they made up with less than the best acting skills. They were so passionate :heart:






19 days later

There hasn't been much comedy yet but here we have a bit of a wholesome moment


“Yikes!” he jerks his hand back in a sort of startled flinch just in time to keep from knocking on my cranium, “Sorry, sweetpea. I was just about to let you know that you didn’t have to rush. The water is running in the other bathroom again.”

“Oh…great,” I smile anxiously-

As if that’s going to come through.

Recalibrating, I try to make the cheerful relief come through in my voice as I keep the towel wrapped close around my face, and my head lowered.

This is going to make him worry…

And that’s a bad thing, right now. Always…probably.

Mr. George tilts his head, his blue eyes sparkling curiously, and I almost wince, my own eyes starting to tear up as the scent of fabric softener oozes from the towel and bites my nose.

“I forgot my makeup,” I say quietly, hoping that will be a sufficient explanation.

“Bathing in the middle of the day?” Mr. George queries in unison with my statement.

He raises his eyebrows and they get lost in his mahogany bangs as what I said registers.

“Ohh…makeup.”

His eyebrows don’t lower, and I’m sure he’s thinking this is a teenage girl thing.

Most of the funny/cute moments from "Of Lowlifes, Lutes, & Liars" stem from interactions with the two orphaned/abandoned children Khazmine finds in the Forbidden Ruins of Old Sarzonn.

Here's an excerpt from their first meeting in Chapter 5: Nature's Way:

“My name is Khazmine.” She extended a hand to Aranthus, who eyed it suspiciously until he confirmed that there was no weapon in it. “That’s it. I’m from the Asteras family. What’s left of it, anyway.”

Pavocinis coughed painfully into his arm before looking up at Khazmine. “Please, Kiss-Me. Can we have some bread?”

Khazmine stifled a chortle at Pavo’s attempt to pronounce her name. He was only seven, and a D’jabareen to boot, so her name was likely too hard for him to say properly. Pavo stared expectantly at Khazmine with wide eyes brimming with hope for something to eat.

His tiny hands looked so bare and filthy without bread in them, and it didn’t sit quite right with the half-breed that they were so frail and empty. Khazmine smirked as she dredged up a fine raisin loaf heel for the boy and crouched low to hand it to him. “Here, Pavo. We can share.”

If you'd like to read more, here's the story from the beginning: :coffee_love:

12 days later

Avery laughed and gently swatted his hand away, reaching into the box and grabbing one of the tarts, “Then I’ll just eat one before you can.” She went to bring it to her lips, but Nytin quickly swooped in, bit into it, and took it right from Avery's hand.

He held it in his mouth in triumph, "I shed...I'd conshider ith." He mumbled, grabbing the tart from his mouth and swallowing, but he failed to notice Avery had already grabbed the second one and was already eating it.

"Too slow!" Avery said happily. The two stared at each other for a moment before laughing, two grown adults fighting like children over dessert was one of the silliest things they could have ever done, and they did, and they enjoyed it. Avery was laughing so hard and trying to hold it back that her face turned red, tears threatening to roll down her face.

Nytin was laughing hard too, trying to catch his breath, coughing from how hard he laughed. He looked at Avery and saw her trying to do the same and couldn't help but stare for a moment. How long had it been since he last sat down and laughed like this with someone? He smiled and looked down at the tart in his hand, he wanted to stay this happy forever, he looked over at Avery and smiled as she looked back.

"Thank you Starshine." He said taking the last bite of his tart, "I haven't had that good of a laugh in a long while."

Avery wiped away the tears in her eyes that had formed from laughing so hard, and at Nytin's words she smiled, "Me either, so... thank you too."

I found the captive scene in Chapter 3: In the World of Dominance pretty funny, but I’m not sure if everyone will get the humor since I included some phrases that are popular in my country. It’ll be interesting to see how others respond! :joy:

The warriors paraded us one by one, presenting us as slaves without so much as a glance at our faces. Despite the brevity of my glimpse, the surroundings were clear enough to realize the hopelessness of escape. We were encircled by fully equipped warriors, every one of them exuding strength. Just imagining a single flick of their hands on my forehead made me shudder.

"Like hell, we will serve you! Pwe! We are proud warriors of Aldo Kingdom! We will serve no king other than our own!" one of the captive warriors shouted, struggling fiercely against his captor.

‘Woah! That one has guts! Hearing such defiant words, it's like something out of a movie, but being in this situation is truly terrifying.’ I silently cheered and admired their bravery

"We refuse to bow to an arrogant man such as yourself! We'd rather die than serve a man like you!"

The seven captives began to revolt but were swiftly subdued by their guards, their heads forcibly bowed, some even bleeding in the process. I really admire their bravery, but I chose to remain quiet, hoping to avoid further injury and attention to myself. Perhaps there would be a chance to escape later, and I needed to preserve my strength. However, my silence drew the king's attention.

"I like how resilient and strong they are. It makes it more enjoyable to train them. But what’s with that one? He looks weak."

The words sent a jolt of fear through me. I wasn’t even looking at them, but I knew he was referring to me. My body reacted instinctively, trembling with terror.

"Let me see its face," the king commanded.

A warrior behind me forced my head up, revealing my face. I saw two thrones on different levels of a stage. An old man, presumably the king, sat at the top with a long sword standing beside him, probably symbolizing the power he holds, while a younger man sat below with a simple throne, looking bored by the proceedings.

The younger man's long black hair complemented his warm-toned skin. His golden eyes, paired with thick brows which the other had a scar, glistened ominously, like a predator eyeing its prey, sending a shiver down my spine. Oh God! He looked like a prince from the underworld.

As I tried to avoid their gaze, my eyes caught an even more disturbing scene. Two women, adorned in beautiful clothes, stood beside them, golden chains trailing from their necks to their feet.

“Hmm… He doesn’t look great either.”

‘What did that old man say?!’

“I don’t need that one. You may kill him,” the king commanded, waving his hand dismissively as if ordering my execution.

‘Ha! This triple M. I might look disheveled now, but I’m confident in my looks. I’m pretty enough to be courted by multiple men!’

(AN: Triple M means Matandang, Mayaman madaling, Mamatay. In english, the old rich who are easy to die. )

“Wa… wait, wait!”

I had so many things to say to that old man, but more importantly, if they dragged me outside, I was sure I’d be dead. I could even see a black aura emanating from the golden door as they prepared to drag me away.

“I’m not one of them! I’m not a soldier—or a warrior or anything. I was just a normal citizen; no, I was a hostage!” I shouted, struggling against their grip, but my strength was failing me. I was gasping for breath when they finally stopped dragging me. I saw the prince raise his hand, and the warrior immediately halted. “Is it true?” He wasn’t talking to me but to another captive warrior. Instead of them answering, I responded hastily.

“T…They don’t know. I mean, those people wouldn’t know because I was secretly held captive. I managed to run away but boarded the wrong cart. It turns out what I was riding was a cart of weapons for war, so I found myself stuck in your conflict.”

‘What the hell am I saying? But I’ve got their attention, so what can I do to survive? Should I dance? Sing?’

“Hmm…” The prince looked at me, considering the plausibility of my words.

“That’s not true! Our people would never hold a citizen captive!” one of the captive warriors protested.

‘I’m sorry, but if I’m dragged out, I’ll surely die. Why should I die? At least you all will be kept alive, but what about me?’

“Do you know who and why they took you?” the prince asked.

I took a big gulp, preparing to lie through my teeth. “I was held captive by what they called a general (oh god, I hope their general is already dead) and managed to escape, but I didn’t know the ride I got into would go to war. I mean, think about it, what could a small person like me can even do there?” I added, watching him mull over my words.

“But you survived among these warriors. That’s a remarkable feat, considering the nature of our men.” The young man looked down on me with glistening eyes. He was testing me. One wrong word and I was sure I’d die.

I’ve also got another light novel where I’ve compiled all my ridiculous thoughts, so most of the chapters lean heavily on the comedy side. It's title was Here Comes The Extras! Here’s a sneak peek of a few lines from Chapter 1!

Sabrina, Jeanna, and Alice are friends who love reading books—not educational ones, but fictional! Sabrina is obsessed with historical romance fantasy, especially those about northern dukes. Jeanna devours explicit adult romance, while Alice enjoys action-packed fantasy dungeons where blood splatters everywhere. Despite their different tastes, one thing they all have in common is their love for well-written and good-looking main characters!

“What the—where are we?”

Dudun

We blink our eyes open, the sun’s blinding light fading, and find ourselves standing in a completely different world. A carriage rolls by, stirring up dust as it moves down a busy street. People in old, tattered clothes sell goods from small stalls, and a large fountain stands at the center, its water splashing onto our faces. The fountain is carved with intricate designs—three nude men fighting a three-headed dragon.

oh? where are you from?

Spoiler For unreleased chapter I'm still working on but has a great moment between morgan and Luther:

“I Princess Charming have come to save you sleeping beauty!”

With a characteristically absurd entrance that ruined an otherwise sentimental mood an old familiar face came into view standing overly dramatically in the doorframe. It was Morgan in cartoonishly large elf’s ears. Even in a world like this her wild absurdity simply couldn't be contained.

Honestly, their whole "meet-cutes" are cute/funny but these are favorites-
“Hi, I’m Maximus, but you can call me Max," he said, extending a small hand.
Elio’s eyes widened at the unusual name. “Maximus? That’s like a superhero name!”
“Do you like superheroes?”
Elio nodded vigorously. “I love superheroes! I’m Elio, and this is Gia.”

“Are you excited for your first day of kindergarten, Max?” Mom asked.
Max nodded, looking around. “Yeah, I guess so,Mom.”
They entered the school and made their way to the colorful classroom. Max’s eyes darted nervously around, taking in the new faces and the decorations in the hallway. But, when they got to the classroom, Max looked around. He spotted a familiar figure: a curly-haired boy. The boy was playing with colorful blocks in the corner.
Elio Rizzo.

18 days later

I force myself to smirk, trying to draw him back out again before he recedes entirely into his shadow. I don’t think about anything but the way his gaze seems to drop in increments until he’s just staring at his lap, his hands resting on his legs, but I hear my voice say teasingly, “I’ll give you one hint about what you’re getting. It’s your favorite color.”

“Boo,” he frowns, still not looking up, “the pink chocolates are the worst.”

“I never said I was getting you chocolate,” I start to laugh, this time genuinely, however subtle.

“But why not?” He looks up now, turning his palms upwards and shaking his head mildly at the ceiling like he’s pleading, albeit half-heartedly.

“You said I could get you anything, remember?” I smile, stealing the bag of pretzels from him casually as I sit back on my end of the couch.

“But when I said anything, I meant any flavor of chocolate, that wasn’t a pink one,” he tilts his head at me with just the trace of a pout.

“Well, that’s what you get for not saying what you want,” I grin, and stick my tongue out at him, before selecting a pretzel daintily.

Oh, these look like a combination of milk and dark chocolate…

I’ll leave the bitter ones for Kat.

Kattar smiles, now, just slightly, but sincerely, and I feel a warmth like mild sunshine wash me in comfort, if only for an instant, even as I recognize that sly energy that I pretend not to.

“Fine, do you know what I really want?” He tilts his head with that same subtle smile, crossing his arms over his cable-knit chest.

“What?” I ask slowly, as I cram as much of the pretzel as I can manage into my mouth to try to avoid dropping any crumbs on his couch.

“The other half of that pretzel you’re eating.”

He grins roguishly, and before I can say anything in response, he leans forward across the cushions, and bites off the other half of my pretzel, with a sort of half-kiss that turns my whole face burning red.

“Get your own!” I bluster, embarrassed and flustered in a sort of butterfly-ish flutter as he re-steals the pretzel bag and plops back against his pillows on the opposite end of the couch, “Give me that back!”

“Not on your life,” he grins, placing one of the pretzels between his teeth teasingly. “If you want it, come and get it.”