Comedy Novels & Stories

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

The day before Thanksgiving, my younger sister, Lily, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard the sharp snip of scissors behind me. The hair I had spent seven years growing for my winter marking ceremony had been cut off at the nape of my neck. Rowan had once promised that when we officially became mates, he would pin up my hair himself and place a moonstone crown on my head. But Lily collapsed onto the couch laughing, still clutching the severed length of hair. “Sorry! I cut off a little too much. Claire, you look like a wolf who failed to shed properly!” My mother laughed too. “It looks better this way. At least you won’t wear it loose all the time.” My father

Wren told her. “I’m sure he is fine. I just feel strange about him. That doesn’t mean bad or good, only different,” Lindsay told him. “Now, pick a movie if you want to watch one so we can relax.” “That sounds like a plan,” Wren said as he walked over to the DVDs and began looking through them. “What are you in the mood for? Monsters? Action? Sci-fi?” “None of the above. We need to watch something completely different than what we have been living for the past few months,” Lindsay told him. Can we watch a comedy of some kind?”

“Interesting choice of punishment. You really picked this?” “It was my choice,” I shot back, trying to sound confident. He stepped closer. “You like parading around in something that barely covers your ass?” “You’re the one who enjoys ridiculing me. You probably love seeing me like this.” Law laughed, a genuine sound that caught me off guard. “You’ve got it all wrong, Billie. You see what you want to see.” He said taking a step toward me. I backed up until I hit the wall. “You’re just messing with my head. You always do.”

Cassian hissed at the tiny spasms that squeezed his newly interested dick. “Oh, no. Don’t even think about it.” She laughed when he waggled his eyebrows at her. “Don’t think about what?” Richard had returned and was cleaning her bottom with a warm, wet cloth. “Cassian’s little man is trying to wake up again,” she complained. Richard died out laughing. “If he can rally for another round after that, I’m in awe. I think you broke me.” “It’s a halfhearted attempt, believe me,” Cassian said.

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

"What?" "You know exactly what. Why on earth would you throw a vase on his head!?" I pressed my lips together to hold me back from laughing. He just stared at me. "It wasn't that bad. He deserved it." I rolled my eyes. "That was like watching a freaking cartoon character get hit by something." "I'm-" Yeah I couldn't hold it anymore, I laughed. "Stop laughing." He sighed. "I had to say that, our crazy neighbours fight a lot and that one time I got hit by a plate on the head."

he spoke and I again denied it without even looking at him. “He murders kids, no…” I spoke and all of them laughed looking at how scared I was. “Sarah? What genre then? We’re not watching horror anymore.” He spoke while caressing my hair. “Johnny English?” I spoke in nervousness as comedy is not everyone’s cup of tea. “Okay, I'm ready to laugh.” Harvey spoke sitting uptight. “Well, Mr. Bean never gets old” Tessa spoke delightfully. “This bastard is too lucky.” Bible laughed implementing that he’s already seen this movie.

Justin said. "Okay," Valerie giggled. "But it's not at a cinema," Justin said and Valerie stopped giggling. "Where?" Valerie asked. "At home here, we have a big TV, why would we go to a cinema?" Justin asked. "I thought it would be outside" Valerie hissed. "What's the difference?" Justin asked. "The fun," Valerie said. "Fun?" Justin asked. "Yes, laughter from the audience if its comedy, group tears if its tragedy, the giggling sounds if its romance, the popcorns we can throw at the screen, the crowd, just to name a few anyways," Valerie said.

"I'm all ears." I started to cough, desperate to think of an excuse that wouldn't make me sound like a complete moron. "Um…we were just talking about…um, some funny movie I just saw?" "A funny movie," he repeated. His smirk grew, and he didn't believe me for a second. Quite rightly, really-we were crap liars. "Yeah!" Isabella jumped in, her voice a little over-eager. "It was a comedy. You know, one of those comedies that's really slapstick and goofy? Lots of…um…dancing?"