Cried Laughing Novels & Stories

My tears were spilling down my cheeks now and I don’t care if I was crying in front of him, it just hurts so much and I don’t want it to hurt anymore. “Why did you come out? To know if I’m crying? Well yes, I am crying, happy now? You can go in now and tell her that I’m crying, I’m sure it’s going to make her very happy and you will do anything to make her happy. Yes, I am the laughing stock to both of you, whenever you see me, you laugh in happiness because of the things you have done to me and I’m sure it makes you very happy. So yes Adrian, you have successfully ruined me and I hope that the happiness lasts you forever and that…”

Angela asked, then burst out laughing. I wiped my face, half-laughing, half-crying now. "Stop laughing,it's not funny".

And then she lost it. I don't mean she laughed politely or chuckled with amusement. I mean she doubled over, clutching her stomach, and absolutely howled with laughter. She laughed so hard she couldn't stand, sinking down onto the sidewalk and then rolling onto her back, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air between fits of hysterical giggling.

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

She was laughing so hard she almost peed herself. Claire had already stopped laughing, but Lexie continued. And then, her loud laughter slowly turned into soft sobs, until it became full-on crying. "Haha… I—I’m sorry. I think it’s—it's just my pregnant self, laughing and crying at the same time. Oh gosh, I can’t stop…" She cried, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Claire remained silent, watching her intently.

He stopped and gave me the evil eye, "You need to stop joking around. What you are going through is serious and it hurts you to laugh." I said, "I know, but if I don't laugh, I'm going to cry. I hate crying."

As for him, he was still too mentally scarred to laugh. "What do you think?" "I.... I thought I looked pretty good but if this is how you see me...." She lost it. She wavered like a leaf in the wind as she laughed her guts out. "All my time working out, reduced to bubbles and... And circles." He looked so distraught, her laughter doubled. Her stomach ached and her throat throbbed but she couldn't stop laughing. He began to smile. "Tell me why my feet are pancakes please."

He told me," I've never laughed that much." " What makes you laughed that way?" I asked him. " You look adorable while you're crying. So I started laughing in order to make you cry." " You're unbelievable! I'm a pregnant woman. You shouldn't get me angry, that would affect my babies..." " Sorry, I couldn't help but to tease you a bit. I mean you've been making me live through hell for past days, it wouldn't hurt if you've had a spit from you the same drink I've drunk from for a while."

"Don't. Laugh." But another jolt hit—harder this time. My breath came out rough, and before I could stop myself, a groan escaped. Low. Unfiltered. That was it for her. Luciana completely lost it, doubling over as tears of laughter streamed down her face. I should've been furious, but instead I found myself—God help me—fighting the corner of my mouth from twitching. Her laugh was so loud, so unrestrained, it was impossible not to catch it.

"Are you insane?" Clara looked at me. And then she laughed. It was the specific laugh of someone who has just received information that confirmed something they needed confirmed, the laugh that is also a sob, the two things sharing the same breath, and the tears were still running while the laugh was happening and the combination of it was the most unraveled I had seen her look all evening, which was saying something given the evening.