Christian Humorous Stories Novels & Stories

Christian furrowed his brows at my comeback. "Did you just compare me with that murderer ?" Christian yelled probably getting the attention of passerbys. "You're not a murderer ?" I questioned then realized Christian hasn't actually murdered a soul according to my knowledge. He's tortured people and probably made people opt for suicide but he hasn't once killed them, he finds that boring or too much work.

For the next few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. They told me funny stories about things that had happened around the house, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually laughed. Their stories were filled with small, humorous mishaps—like the time the gardener accidentally watered Mr. Dela Cruz's shoes or when a squirrel ran into the kitchen, causing panic among the staff. Their lively chatter made me forget, even if just for a little while, about all the chaos happening around me. It was like a brief escape, a reminder that life could still have moments of joy, even in the middle of a storm.

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

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.

Not completely, but enough that I found myself laughing at Christian’s dumb jokes again. He was telling Lydia about some ridiculous fight he and his brother had as kids, acting it out with so much exaggeration that Lydia had to set down her fork because she was laughing too hard to chew. “Christian, you are lying,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I swear, Grandma! He cried like a baby. Over a scratched toy car.” Lydia shook her head, chuckling. “You two nearly burned down the kitchen once, and you want me to believe he cried over a toy car?”

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

, 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. ***

She then pecked a kiss on his forehead, making him smile again. Xandar then mind-linked Christian, ‘Fine. I’m jealous of the five-year-old. Who does he think he is?! And how is he going to protect her? Roll on the battleground and trip the rogues over?’ Christian burst into laughter, garnering everyone’s attention. Lucianne’s voice turned back into the way she normally spoke to him, “Christian, what’s the joke?” He lifted up a finger, asking for a minute while he continued laughing at his cousin’s mind-link. When he was done, he said, “Apologies, my Queen. I uh…just thought of something funny and couldn’t help myself.”

“I thought it would end with him. It wasn’t even entirely about revenge. I was trying to help them, free them… I should have never taken charge.” “‘Saint Christian was pulled from the river, and the good woman wept, for the boy was surely dead,” I quote our scriptures. “She laid him out in the chapel to rest, and miraculously – he awoke: a vessel of the divine itself, returned to spread His message.’” “Do desist with the hackneyed verse,” he groans, burying his face in the pillow. “That legend is entirely embellished nonsense.” “Why’d they think an undead demon was a saint?”

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?