Novel & Cerita Christian Humor Books

“Especially not to me.” Something in my chest tightened at that. My lips trembled, but this time, a small laugh slipped out between the tears. “You’re gonna run out of shirts if I keep crying like this.” Christian glanced down at the dark patch on his green shirt and gave a crooked smile. “Guess I’ll need to buy a lifetime supply. Or just stick to darker colors.” A laugh bubbled out of me, soft but real, and it eased some of the ache inside. He smiled at the sound, like it was the only reward he wanted. Then, with a quiet sigh, he guided me to sit on the bed .

, Christian smiled looking at the sky after hearing about his favorite dish for breakfast. "Hahaha.. No buttering.. I don't want to become fat, otherwise I will have to join a gym for getting slim and you know very well that I am not that rich who would spend my money on this.", Khushi replied, faking anger and moving towards the kitchen. "I must say she became really smart after becoming my friend after all company matters a lot.", Christian said, feeling proud of himself. ***

"Well I just got rejected by a potential client, I mean why would they cancel on us at the dying minute " " Oh , this things happen , you should relax bro , you work really hard , everyone around you knows that , LLB is where it is right now because of you , so I think they've got other reasons for cancelling " Christian said "Who knows you could be this serious, well thanks but don't try to make me feel better chris" I complained "Well then , get drunk, stay in doors and fast from women " he replied with a suppressed laughter "This is not funny , if you have nothing to say , just shut up already, by the way I always appreciate silence" I scolded

He laughed so loudly that Mishka flinched away. After a really long time, Christian was genuinely laughing his heart out. He backed away from Mishka, holding his stomach, and Mishka narrowed her eyes, but she found him cute. “You are so funny! God, my stomach is hurting,” Christian said while sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to stop laughing. “What is so funny about it?” Mishka asked, walking to him, crossing her arms across her chest. “Everything is funny about it! You going to take revenge of all the Britishers from me?” Christian asked, raising an eyebrow and Mishka blinked her eyes, nodding her head.

“It…gets better from here.” “Unless we all get killed tomorrow.” He’s still for a moment and then shrugs. “Well, yes. Unless we all get killed tomorrow.” “Christian,” I sigh, exasperated, not liking the joke. “None of this is funny! None of this is light!” “I know,” he says, serious again, leaning closer so that his body is laid out next to mine, so that he looks down into my face even though he’s laying on his stomach and I’m on my back. “But…we will get through it. It will pass, and then we’ll really start living our life. As it should be.”

"You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body. And you know what your hate is giving me a lot of relief these days, I'm loving it, Well leave it to me. By the way, maybe you have seen something very interesting, somewhere inside that violated that touched the wire of your heart cause your face expression clearly tells that." Christian told me all hi

A perverted old man, that was what he was. The only reason Christian interacted with Harold Huckington was because the man was good at business. He might be a pervert, but he was good at his job and had some useful insights. So, even though it was annoying, she endured the uncomfortable looks and remarks and often entertained him with emails and phone calls about business matters. She often put him on Christian’s schedule when they needed to discuss urgent matters. But there was one time, in Christian’s office, when he tried something that crossed the line.

Adrian's ego was already large enough without my help, but the massive eye roll it earned me was well worth it. "I was going to go with irritating." Christian crossed his arms over his chest while simultaneously puffing it out. "And he's always so obsessed with spending time with Lissa. 'Lissa, let's try working on this. Lissa, do you need help with that?' I swear if he lays one finger on her I'll—" As amusing as his impersonations of Adrian were, I decided to put the poor guy out of his misery before he lit himself on fire. "Oh, will you lighten up. He's not into her, okay? They just have some weird, cosmic connection through Spirit."

Shania said in disbelief, she was expecting to see naked women or something but not naked men “You think I'm the worst…” it was hard to convince her he wasn't such a bad man, she thought so badly of him since the first day they met “You don't take things seriously…why would anyone believe you,” Shania frowned and averted her eyes from him? There was silence in the room. Christian seemed to be thinking, he only showed people what they expected. No woman had ever made the effort of asking him who was were, or learn what he liked “I guess there's no convincing you,” he smiled, making Shania feel irritated. He was never sad or serious. Christian was always smiling even if she insulted him

"Fever? Virus. Headache? Virus. Zombie apocalypse? Probably just a very aggressive virus." Christian laughed, the sound echoing through the empty hall, filling the space with an unexpected lightness. His face softened into that rare, genuine smile that always caught me off guard—as if, for a moment, all the tension of the past days had simply lifted. "Well, the important thing is that you're going to be fine." He brushed back a strand of hair that had slipped loose from my messy bun. "A few days of rest, plenty of fluids, and you'll be back to your usual sarcastic self."