Best Dark Humor Novels & Stories

I was laughing with my best friend and the fact that I might die soon was pushed at the back of my head. "No, I've got a better one," I said still laughing, "I'm like Dracula whose down to his last meal." "And his fangs all fell out," Asher added and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Why are we finding this humorous?" I asked as I wiped a tear, "it's not even funny at all." "I guess we're just trying to laugh all our pain away and pretend it's just a huge joke," he answered as he sobered up. "I honestly don't want to think of you dying so soon and leaving me all alone in this crazy world."

Christophe whipped back with sarcasm. “That’s a good idea,” Lara slung back at him bitterly. “And maybe if you’re very lucky you can find a whore in the bar because clearly, that’s the only kind of woman you’re accustomed to!” she completed with the shrill edge of hysteria in her shaking voice. An electrifying silence fell. Christophe dropped her arm as though she had burned him. Beneath Lara’s distraught gaze, he had tautened. Dark color had highlighted his blunt cheekbones.

Why do you think these things are kept safely in the dark? Simple, The dark provided peace, and no expectations, that's why you see some people prefer to shove their secrets into the darkest part of themselves, and then they tell the world that there are some secrets better left unsaid, cause truth be told, if you bring these secrets out of the dark and into the light? You should be prepared to say bye to peace. Take Mr. Geffrey for an example. If his wife walked right in here at this very moment, she would most definitely scream her heart out, and then go home crying.

"It's not dangerous, I swear. It's a low-dose sedative, it just—she would've been fine, I just wanted—" I punch him again. “I need a name!” “It’s GHB!” He produces urgently. “It was a low dose, I swear—” I slam his head back against the floor before punching him again. The anger coming out of me right now is not the kind I'm used to. I'm used to cold anger, controlled, the kind I can easily put down when I'm finished with it. This is different. This is an old type of anger that comes from somewhere dark, somewhere I stopped visiting years ago, those years before I knew how to channel it into something useful, when the feel of bone breaking under my knuckles was the only thing that made the w

She yelled before walking away with her heels hitting the floor violently. I shook my head as I chuckled heartily. These siblings of mine are just too hilarious, especially Ramona. I know her type so well. They are rapid to condemn and make one feel less of themselves, but when the table is turned against them, they feel like ending their lives. Suddenly, I heard the sound of hands clapping behind me. Immediately I turned towards the direction of the sound and I discovered that it was Dark all along. “What are you doing here?” He curved the corner of his lips in a smirk as he walked up to meet me.

" The lights dimmed, and the party turned into a lively dance floor. While Luna felt unsure about dancing, Eva joined in, moving gracefully. A waiter approached and offered her a drink, but suddenly creating an unexpected mishap, an accidental collision amidst the energetic dancing crowd caused the drink to splash on her hand and dress." "Hey, are you mad?" she screamed loudly, but the loud music drowned out her voice. The waiter, offering a simple apology with a smile, left the scene. Shaking her head, she muttered, "He's a jerk, even though he made a mistake, and he's smiling. Weird." She went to the counter and asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

He looked at me with surprise, clearly unsure how to respond to that. I burst out laughing again trying to take away the awkwardness. “Sorry,” I said quickly. “Dark humor.” He exhaled, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth again. “But seriously,” I continued, waving a weak hand toward the door. “You can go now.” His eyebrows pulled together slightly. “Go?” “You look like someone who is important,” I said matter of factly. He studied me for a moment before he responded. “You are important too.”

“Pathetic, isn’t it? Julian defending you like some knight while his pregnant girlfriend is on the floor begging. And Sienna…God, the way she whined about her back pain and swollen feet, as if that excuse is trying to murder you. They deserve each other. Let them tear themselves apart while we watch from the front row.” We both dissolved into it for a moment longer, the shared mockery bonding us in a way words couldn’t. It felt cathartic, dangerous, adult the kind of dark humor that only people who had survived betrayal could truly savor. Eventually the laughter faded, leaving a charged silence and the faint echo of satisfaction. He set his empty glass down and checked his watch. “I should h

He said so I looked at my drawing and laughed. "I'm sorry God bless." I said, he laughed. "You need to rest, tomorrow your plan will come true." He said. I smiled and bowed. "I don't know when we'll meet again after this, but I'm glad to meet you." I said and turned to him. He turned to smile. "I said did you like me?" He was joking so I laughed. "You're too versatile Dark, you need to sleep too." I said. "I'll bet, we're really the ones for each other." I laughed even harder at what he said.