comedian

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

I’m sad but I smile That’s my life

After an unceremonious death by gaming-induced heart attack, a cynical couch potato finds himself reincarnated in a fantastical world, saddled with a sentient, wisecracking 'Chuckle-Verse Interface' that demands he perform increasingly absurd comedic feats to survive and thrive. Prepare for peak hilarity. Hope you like this one. Add it to your library if you like it. I'm active and will update consistently. You don't need to worry about me ghosting this.

Boy with chicken legs will safe the Philippines

This book is meaningless. It is simply coom over and over.

Mira died because she was stupid enough to trust the people around her. Her reputation, her career, her identity and her... Marriage. All of it disappeared while she was powerless to do anything. At death's door, she swore that if she could restart it all, she would change everything. She would avoid the tragedy. She wouldnt fall in love with the same man. Now given another chance, she vowed that she will get the happiness that she deserves and definitely live a good life. Screw everyone who wronged her in the past! [tags: weak to strong FL, school life, friendship, time travel, fantasy] (This is the edited version of my first uploaded book Tempest Heart.)

Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed again. Vikram Singh spent twenty years serving his country across four conflict zones, earning respect and recognition in every corner of the world. All he ever wanted in return was simple — to come home. On the evening of his retirement, he finally does. By midnight, home is ash and rubble. Everything he fought to protect, everything he lived for — destroyed in a single act of devastating precision by an enemy he cannot name, wielding resources that should not exist in any ordinary world. What follows is not a story about justice. It is a story about what grief does to people who refuse to let it make them weak. His eldest daughter Kavya — a national taekwondo athlete who once carried her family's strength as naturally as breathing — finds herself standing in the ruins of everything she has ever known. Beside her is Karan, her closest friend and a national MMA athlete, who has quietly decided that he will burn the world down before he lets it burn her. Together they begin pulling at a thread that leads somewhere enormous, somewhere dark, somewhere that no amount of athletic training could have ever prepared them for. Because there is a difference between fighting to win and fighting to survive. Between a competition and a war. Between an opponent and an enemy. As Kavya and Karan descend deeper into a world operating entirely in shadows — guided by fractured information, forged by violence, and tested by losses that don't stop coming — they begin to understand that whoever destroyed their family did not act on impulse. This was deliberate. Precise. Personal. And it goes back much further than one evening in Ranchi. Some wars never officially end. They simply go quiet — and wait.

A story of pettit monster companions. Battle, taming, evolution and beautiful interspecies friendship.

Quando Leila vai a um encontro no Tinder com Kelvin, a última pessoa que ela espera encontrar é seu novo marido. Então, quando ele faz uma proposta irrecusável, ela se vê dizendo sim. A vida de mulher casada não deve ser tão difícil. Ou pelo menos é o que ela pensa, até chegar ao escritório no dia seguinte e descobrir que seu novo chefe é seu marido. Com o clima esquentando e seu marido bilionário e irresistível tentando seduzi-la no trabalho, Leila se esforça para manter seu casamento em segredo. Quanto tempo os dois conseguirão manter as aparências?

Outwardly, Taren and Ian look like any other upper middle-class working couple. Good jobs, nice house, nice cars, nice clothes. They’re in love and it’s clear their marriage is meant to last.<br><br>Happily ever after doesn’t just happen. In the case of Taren and Ian, a healthy sex life where each is free to explore his deepest, darkest desires and live out his fantasies is the key to their happiness. Behind closed doors, Taren becomes Master while Ian wears nipple clamps and cock cages. Ian’s purpose is to satiate his Master. Ian’s wish is that his own pleasure, when granted, is laced with sweet pain. It’s the pain which intensifies Ian’s senses and his pleasure.<br><br>Master Taren has a special trip planned for their anniversary, one of which Ian doesn’t yet know any details. No matter, simply preparing for this trip is fulfilling more than one of Ian’s dark cravings.