Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

“Me, it would seem.” She laughs, putting me at ease. “You don’t say. Why?” “It’s a long story.” She glances at her watch. “Well, we’ve still got twenty-five minutes of lunch break to kill.” I laugh. “True.” I swallow hard, trying to work out how to explain the crazy story that landed me here. “It’s pretty ridiculous, to be honest.” “Spill,” she says, smiling encouragingly.

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

Even though I tried not to laugh, I found myself laughing so hard that my ribs almost cracked. He had me on his team effortlessly making fun of his boss and the fun part is that we never felt guilty, not for once, even though Brady was brutally bruised. I could only imagine how his chubby cheeks and ego were brutalized in front of his workers. “Hold on...” I stopped to look at him. He stopped laughing for a moment and looked at me, oddly he rolled his eyes unsure of what to expect. When he got into a serious mood, the goofy grin was off his face.

Hе drаggеd his T-shirt оvеr hіѕ hеаd, аnd I leaned up оn mу еlbоwѕ admiring thе view. “Arеn’t you working?” A large grin spread across hіѕ fасе. “Got a tеn mіnutе brеаk.” “Ten minutes?” I made a fасе роutіng. Thаt wasn’t long enough for whаt I had planned.

It would be nice to have a friend I can trust around me. I dialed the last number Nathan had dialed and I called Lisa back into my office. She walked in with a coffee mug and some snacks, smiling brightly at me. She said it was time for my 10:30 AM Break according to my schedule. I smiled back at her this time, accepting her peace offering. After a productive board meeting I actually that it's time for a short break. I decided to grab the coffee and snacks, chat with some of the team members, or simply take a moment to collect your thoughts and prepare for the upcoming staff meeting.

"I just had a bit of a problem with the boss at that tv station, it seems he still remembers my embarrassing face!" "What does it mean?" "He knew that I was the one making a fuss at the fashion show at the time and apparently, he didn't like me!" "What? Hahahaha...how come?" Aiden broke out laughing. The worry he previously felt, turned into a comical situation that he had not thought of. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" "Hahahaha...turns out there are still people who remember your embarrassingly stupid face, huh? Hahaha..." ***

I know a lot of women who adore him. Even though Blake and I have only known each other for a short time, I can say he is kind. When our co-workers here are unsure about something, they immediately ask him, and he immediately assists them. He enjoys telling amusing stories during breaks. Because he enjoys a good sense of humor, even stress at work appears to be reduced when Blake cracks a joke. "Shut up Blake! I'm going to work. Don't bother me anymore," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. He simply laughed at me.

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

Not that I minded too much. Okay. Maybe I minded a little. But only because he treated me like I might break if I walked too fast. “I've been busy,” I replied lazily. “With what?” "Work" That made her laugh. “This is what you say every time” “Well, that's because it's what I do every time” There was a brief pause. "So you don't take breaks?" Even If I did, I wouldn't spend them with her. “I do but not very often"

We were awful, but it was so good. There was this guy at the bar, sunglasses inside, like he was somebody, and every time we looked over, we just lost it—like, actual tears, trying not to snort-laugh margarita up my nose. Jasmine started in on her boss, who apparently had a full-on breakdown over a missing stapler, like, shouting, sweating, losing his grip on reality, and I nearly choked, had to grab a napkin because I was about to spit tequila everywhere. It was stupid and messy, and I swear my stomach hurt from laughing, but it felt like breathing again, you know?