Comedic Novelas e Histórias

Laughing? No fucking way!

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

“No reality TV for you. No horror for me. We both know we meet in the middle at comedy. That is how this relationship works.” “Ugh, fine,” Sidney laughed, “but not romantic comedy.”

Killian cracks up at his own joke while Sebastian doesn't look that impressed by his useless skill of making pun out of everything. "Ha Ha. So funny. Why don't you start doing stand up comedy?" Sebastian mocks dryly, secretly smiling a little when his eyes fall on Killian's hunchback, who is ready to topple over due to his laughter fit. "I don't want people to go out of business, you know. I'm a very compassionate man. " Killian replies proudly, not letting Sebastian's sarcasm affect his mood. After Sebastian points out how Killian's habit of making a pun out of everything is getting out of hand, they share a moment of silence before Killian goes to clean the kitchen.

~Lyra~ Camilla laughed. Not a small laugh. Not a nervous chuckle. I’m talking about a full-blown, head-thrown-back, mouth-wide-open, mascara-smearing, unhinged kind of laugh. That ugly, cackling, teeth-baring sound that makes you instantly uncomfortable just listening to it. She was clutching her side like she’d just heard the best joke of her life, like someone had handed her a script for a comedy special and said, “Here, this one’s about you losing your damn mind in real time.”

The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store. I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest. Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they’re comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. “That’s us,” I whispered. “You know, minus the weird grocery stuff.” “Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it’s a life-or-death decision.”

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

Rachel teased, smirking at him as she edged away from him slowly and he slowly approached her, showing her the tickle hands. "Not tickles please not tickles," Rachel muttered as she started to pick up the pace and he followed her with his full strength as she sprinted off her feets. At this point, the MC who was some comedic industry plant was telling some lame joke to people who were too rich to care, but willingly smiled and laughed for the camera. Made sense, because this event was being broadcasted in every station that mattered. "And what on God's earth brings a smile to your face? because I sure as hell know it ain't his dry as sahara jokes that make me

THIRD PERSON Sofia sat behind her desk, legs crossed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet office. Her laptop was open, but not on any document. N*****x ran in full screen. Some ridiculous comedy series, the kind she would have once called trash, but today she couldn’t stop laughing. She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, eyes half on the screen. “Oh, come on,” she muttered to herself, laughing when one of the characters tripped over a cat. “You idiot. How are you even still alive?”

Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter. The room reverberates with unbridled amusement, our laughter echoing off the walls. Tears stream down our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming us. It is a moment of pure joy, where even the simplest mishaps become the source of endless amusement.