Clean Jokes Stories Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry I'm late, CeCe." The moment those words—sounding especially respectful and familiar—left Terrence's lips, the whole private room fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. After a brief silence, Vanessa suddenly burst into loud, shrill laughter. "CeCe? Oh my goodness, that's hilarious!" She pointed at me, her face full of disdain and contempt. "I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!"

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

She hissed, “we need to leave immediately!” “Alright, alright.” I patted her arm. “I’ll just get the eggplants.” I turned and beamed widely at the worried girl. “Have you seen a brinjal this big and shiny?! It’s like—.” “A cock soaked in cum,” someone said. What...? My face feel deadpanned as it swivelled up to voice. An elderly man in Einstein’s age and appearance was bellowing in laughter at his own dirty joke, his round belly shaking uncontrollably.

During dinner, we all laughed and made jokes, and the light-hearted banter helped ease the tension that had built up inside me. James, the talkative and cheeky guy he was, decided to tease Lucas, "So, do you have any embarrassing childhood stories you want to share with us?" Lucas grinned, pretending to think for a moment. "Well, there was this one time when I was about five years old. I wanted to impress this girl, so I tried to ride my bike without training wheels... And it ended badly." "What happened?" I asked. "I ended up crashing and scraping my knee on the ground," Lucas cringed. "I still have a scar from it."

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.

“Oh you like that? Well I also proposed to her the day I met her and she said no!” I groaned and covered my face, thinking about how embarrassing that was. “Oh, and then I gave her my virginity only to find out days later that she was sleeping with my best friend. So I went to go kill her ex and instead she almost died. Now she barely even likes me.” How do the Griffons find these sad stories so funny? I mean sure there’s some humor to it, but I consider it ‘you had to be there’ humor. “Thank you, I’ll be here a few more hours hopefully!” Hunter grinned and waved.

Nathan, who had been silent until then, finally burst into laughter when he heard about his friend’s suffering. “Your unborn child really loves its mother.” Nathan sounded as though he were actually praising Jhon’s unborn child for its behaviour. “Hahaha. So what happened? Did you really finish all of them?” Elizabeth asked. “I had to. My lips were so swollen from the heat.” Kiara laughed softly. “That’s only one story. There are plenty more.” Jhon drew a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Elizabeth laughed along as she listened to Jhon pour out his grievances.

U : "Let me guess! You called us all to show off that you got a new cell phone for yourself. Am I right?" D : "No you are wrong. I called you all to tell you guys I got married last week wednesday! Now I’m in Coimbatore in my hubby's house! My new home!" All : "Whaaat?" D : "Whoa calm down guys! Talk one at a time!" I : "This is some sick joke, D. Don’t try humor. It’s not your genre." D : "Idiot. I’m telling you the truth" R : "You ran away with your lover? But you don’t have one! What the hell did you do?"

he offered, his voice friendly, disarming. He didn't seem threatening, just a little shy. He started to talk, a low, easy stream of words, pointing out constellations, then transitioning to stories about the mischievous squirrels that terrorized his flowerbeds. He seemed intent on lightening the mood, his voice a balm in the quiet night. He told a joke about a talking shrub that kept giving bad dating advice to the statues. It was a silly, innocent joke, completely out of place in this world of dark secrets and dangerous ambitions, and to my surprise, a genuine, unbidden laugh bubbled up from within me.

They were still crowded around the bed and laughing at something when I came in. "Will someone let me in on the joke?" I ask as I join them, smiling too. Seeing them laughing never fails to bring a smile to my own face before I ultimately join them. "Mom's telling us stories about Jaden when he was a kid. They're hilarious" John fills me in. Jaden? If I had to imagine someone with a hilarious childhood, it definitely wouldn't be our quiet Jaden. I look at him and he looks down, shy but looking like he was holding back a laugh of his own. He's definitely smiling though.