Books That Make You Laugh Novels & Stories

"She gets a good-night kiss, too." "Done." "And positive affirmations." "Uh-hub." "And...and..." "Klaus." I gripped her shoulders, forcing eye contact on her. "Go." I read the child Gravity a ridiculously humorous book called I Need a New Butt. To me, it was the height of literature. Fart jokes? Yes. Crack jokes? Yes. Stupid pranks? Yes. The child was a handful, but at least she had an idea about selecting good books. I then covered her with a blanket as if to smother a fire.

Aaron ruffled my hair and turned to his assistant. “Bring my wife and son to the waiting room upstairs and tell everyone that the birthday party will be delayed by half an hour.” His gaze fell upon everyone in the lobby, and his voice cut through the quiet room. “I don’t want anyone talking or discussing what happened here today. Understood?” “Yes, Mr. Schuler,” the staff replied. “But Aaron, the cosplay…” My Ironman suit looked pitiful. I had not managed to surprise anyone before it got ruined.

(Lily POV) Laughter makes our feelings light. It is always good to laugh. It helps us to be more cheerful. To make feat vanish and they will be the one scared of us, because in this world, we need to fight. Many people are already suffering but if you will add to the burden of your feelings, the world being negative will explode. So, fight for your happiness with a smile on your lips.

He was laughing. Not the almost-laugh, not the nearly-smile, not the thing that happened at the edges of his face when conditions were exactly right and Elijah caused it with a flour bag or a well-timed observation about spinach. A full, open, caught-off-guard laugh — the kind you couldn't manufacture, that arrived uninvited when something was genuinely funny and you didn't have time to moderate it.

Life's too short for that energy. But if you love it? If something makes you laugh out loud, or cry when you're not expecting it, or think about it hours after you've put the book down? Please tell me. Vote. Comment. Like. Interact. Those little notifications? They're like caffeine shots to my soul. That energy fuels me more than you know. It tells me that maybe, just maybe, I'm not shouting into the void.

Best of three. He won. So, Nina it is. We laughed over it at lunch, teasing each other between bites of grilled cheese and tomato soup—comfort food for a day of small chaos. And afterward, we snuck off to the bookstore, pretending we were just browsing, but really racing through the aisles to see who could find the weirdest baby book title first. He picked “How to Raise a Boss Baby” and I nearly choked laughing.

Shayla wondered out loud,"I am in a very tight situation and I am not really supposed to laugh but I can't hold it back anymore." "But isn't that a good thing?" Camille concluded,"I mean you are supposed to laugh more during your sad times so that you can remember your happier times subconsciously and know that it is all going to be alright. Also laughing increases happy hormones so you might even feel a little less stressed and feel a bit more at ease." Shayla's laugh had dropped, a sly, amused smile on her lips now. "Shut up, smartass." I broke into a huge grin.

“ Actually, I haven’t read the most of the books there. I got them, so I could pretend I wasn’t as boring as people saw me to be. I could casually slip it into a conversation and say, ‘ I have a first edition Jane Eyre’.” I cover my mouth with one hand to hide my amusement and he watches me intently, with his lip twitching on one side. Unable to contain it any longer, we both burst into laughter. I laugh until my sides begin to ache and a trickle of pee drops on my underwear. “ That’s the funniest thing I’ve beard in a while.” He shrugs, “ I try.”

Both boys hopped off their mother’s lap and sat at the table with my boys. Jessie and I put some cookies and milk in front of each boy and Jessie and I sat in the living room. I explained, “I think our happiness is another thing that makes kids just happier all around. My kids hear me laugh daily. I look for a reason to laugh. It’s a huge stress reliever.” She asked, “What do you laugh at?” I explained, “It can be anything. Sometimes it’s the boys wrestling with their dad, someone will fall and make a funny noise, just before you got here, Kenny made me laugh.” She asked, “What happened?” I told her what happened and I finished with, “Apparently, my alpha child thinks having fun with someone

There are history books, Psychology books, Biographies even novels. Like actual novels. My eyebrows lift slowly as my eyes glaze over some of the titles as I picked one and flipped over them. “Well this is deeply upsetting.”I murmur under my breath. “What is?”Mercer says his voice sounds amused behind me. “You being literate.”I say in a mocking tone and that earns me a low laugh from somewhere near the kitchen and once again the sound lands directly in my chest. God I love his laugh! It’s dangerous but everything about this man feels dangerous in the most unfairly attractive way possible. I pull one of the books halfway from the shelf before freezing.