Best Dark Humor Novels & Stories

He didn’t want another comedy audience. “Yeah.” Daniel replied. “it just happened all of a sudden. One minute, we are watching a movie and before we know it, time has passed away. The movie was awesome.” “Which one?” Jake asked. “The ghost and the darkness..” Daniel began. “Seriously? That movie is old school.” Jake interrupted “ You haven’t watched it before?” “ No.” Daniel lied. Truth be told, he had watched it a long time ago but he needed that lie to make his other lie look convincing. He sighed inwardly as he remembered that saying. If you tell a lie, you’ll need another lie to cover that one up.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

It was said in a mocking tone by Dark. “Not so much different from home.” I stopped staring at the mass below and watched as Rosa gave him a weary smile while nodding her head. I then continued staring at the mass below. Dark cocked his head to the side to examine the mass. “Same drinks, pussies, except humans must be tight as hell,” I said, and Rosa cut in as Dark sipped his drink in amusement. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still here.” Right! No pussy talk in front of Sis.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

They held my funeral on a drizzly day. Francis stood by the grave, decked out in a black suit, black umbrella in hand, his face a mask of nothing. The casket was sealed tight. After a fall from the 18th floor, there was not much left to show, and not even the mortician could work miracles. Nora was at his side in a black dress, her sobs barely a whisper. Bernard loomed nearby, his expression dark as storm clouds. The rest of the clans had shown up, pretending to grieve, but really, they were all watching to see if the Davis family would crumble, if Francis would break.

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

I rolled my eyes. "You exaggerate. And you love drama far too much." I lifted my legs higher. His sinful gaze moved from the papers to my tightly covered backside. He spoke darkly, his voice low. "It's not good to make light of other people's problems, little one." He tossed the pen away again and relaxed into his chair, watching me with his gray eyes. "You have your own sorrows too, and I've never made light of them." The wicked devils in my mind began dancing mischievously between my thoughts.

Beelzebub said and the little dragon on Dark's shoulder he didn't notice before or perhaps wasn't paying attention to started laughing which made him arched his eyebrows in surprise. "Did you hear that Dark, he said we should kill ourselves." Gon said as he couldn't hide his laughter anymore as Dark also snicker.

Jon admits. “You know what? I don’t either.” I open my eyes, looking around the dark room. I can’t see Jon, and even if I roll over and look him in the eyes, his expression will be hard to read. It doesn’t make sense, but there’s something safe about the dark. It hides the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts. “I say things like that with sarcasm and dark humor, but it’s not really funny, is it?” “Sometimes you laugh so you don’t cry.”