Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

“This kinda reminds me of that TikTok video… what was it again? Oh yeah—‘Why are you gay?’” “Shut the fuck up, Carl,” Benji shoots back, then bursts into laughter, and the rest of us follow. God, moments like this… damn I love my team. Well, everyone except Jocelyn. When our laughter finally dies, Rose stands, brushing her skirt. “We only asked for a two-hour break to come see you. We should get back before Jocelyn notices we’re gone.” “Wouldn’t want to give her another reason to ‘fire our lazy asses,’” Benji says with a dramatic eye roll.

I watched embarrassment flash across his face almost instantly, especially when a few people around the table started laughing quietly. Emily looked genuinely shocked. “Wait, seriously?” Deaton burst out laughing immediately. “Christ, that’s embarrassing.” “It’s not funny,” Alex snapped too quickly. I leaned back deeper into my chair, enjoying the way panic slowly started creeping into his expression now. “Last time he got drunk, he spent twenty minutes arguing with his own reflection because he thought somebody was mocking him.” The group exploded. Even Vanessa covered her mouth laughing while Deaton nearly fell sideways in his chair. From the corner of my eye, I could see some phones recor

"Anywho, wanna join me for the break. It's just me and my annoying friend, Keith Brown." "Annoying and a friend?" My voice was laced with amusement. She playfully rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. Furrowing my brows, I traversed my eyes all over the ongoing hotchpotch as well. I could see a few people working while some of them were goofing around with their friends and the remaining ones were having lunch on their desks itself. Chelsea must have noticed my puzzled expression because she explained to me, "We can have our breaks whenever we want as long as we don't breach any guidelines. Also, two breaks only and we cannot disturb anyone who's working." She winked as if she never follo

I shrugged . He doesn't need to apologize to anyone . anybody can do what he did .I just pray I don't fall victim that's it . "Okayy I just ...thought you felt really arkward about it because you felt I was humiliated by our boss but it's fine he acts like that to everyone" he mushed his lips together in slight embarrassment . "I get you " I made a small smile before I left for my desk . After two hours of working non stop It was time for break finally .

The week passed by in a blur and for the first time in a long time, she felt herself relax, even at work. She arrived early, opened the building herself and made herself some coffee for the first time in forever. She took stress away from her employees, and felt a good nature come over her, she decided to shift hours a little bit. She shocked everyone with new work hours. She gave everyone the option of a one-hour lunch break or standard thirty minutes plus, two fifteen-minute stress breaks. New end times were posted in the community lounge.

I exhale before answering the video call. “Well, about fucking time.” I say, in my usual tone, as the video connects. He looks grumpy. “Shut up. I needed a minute.” He grumbles, drinking his coffee. “A minute? It’s been 20! Does it take you that long to make a coffee? Getting old, are we?” I taunt, wiggling my brows. He scoffs, flipping me off. “Fuck off. I’m tired, and you interrupted me. This is my second.”

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

Ethan stood at the end of the hallway, his jacket gone, sleeves slightly rolled up, like he had been working just as late. Or pretending to. “I was taking a break,” I said. His gaze moved over me briefly, not in a way that felt inappropriate— But not entirely professional either. “A break,” he repeated. “Yes.” A small pause. Then— “You’ve been here for hours.” “So have you.” That earned me a slight look. Not annoyance. Something closer to amusement. “I don’t take breaks,” he said. “That sounds unhealthy.” “It’s efficient.” I crossed my arms lightly. “There’s a difference.”

Bonfim stood up from the chair in front of Flavian to greet me. "Guys, I'm gone for a week and you start slacking off already? Look at this desk, Flavian, what's this mess? Tell me yours is in better shape and you're not here gossiping while work piles up over there, Bonfim." I stared them both down. "Oh, boss lady, it's coffee break time!" Bonfim grumbled. "Right! I know you two, you gossip, Bonfim, like this is a beauty salon." I joked and they laughed.

“I have meetings. Design sketches to finish. PR Job to maintain.” "Sounds like a perfect reason to take a break,” he countered smoothly, already opening the car door on the passenger side. “Two hours. You eat, breathe, and maybe stop biting your lips.” I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help the smile. “Two hours is a lot of time off work, Detroit.” He arched his brow, “But not a lot to read erotic—” “Fine!” my voice raised, eyes shooting him a glare as I felt my cheeks heating up.