Cruelest Joke Novels & Stories

I could easily imagine Suzane Johnson writhing in a strange laugh when listening to this, simply by hearing the little pig snoring she let out when she got excited about one of my worst jokes. It was strange not to be able to return the same intensity of animation, although just so that she could not understand anything, I tried hard, and imitated a rehearsed sound of what was once an ironic laugh. I've never been the kind of person who struggled to be funny. I've never had much talent to be the silly court of a circle of friends. But I had a certain reputation for being the one who never let herself be shaken by the misfortunes of life. I always had a joke on the tip of my tongue to make so

I sat up and sniffled hard when I felt that my nose got congested due to crying. "You know what he humiliated me in front of his employees, Kelly. He told me that my parents had left me in the orphanage because they knew I was going to disgrace their name in the future. He told me that I didn't satisfy him. I was a virgin, Kelly. How could I have satisfied him? I was in pain and bleeding still I let him have me. He threw the cheque on my face and told me that it's my payment for that night." I sobbed hard. "I am sorry that I was not there with you, Naty. I am really a bad friend. If I had known that he was Liam Knights then I would have stopped you." She replied while crying.

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.

He couldn't help the anger he felt, he crumpled the photo and squeezed it. "You damned, miserable Jonah Johnson! You always made fun of my sister when she gave everything for you, but I will make your life miserable, I will not rest until I have ruined you completely and made you pay for your audacity," he expressed, feeling a deep pain and how a piercing wound opened in his soul, for all that Margareth had lived, at the same time the beautiful and angelic face of the man became a cold mask of absolute evil. Don't let your wounds turn you into someone you're not. Paulo Coelho.

Finally when he couldn't conjure up a reply, he clears his throat, scratching his nose. "Just look at you!", Jace teases, laughing again, "You're so whipped on her, it;s like those yeras never exit between you two", at which Jonathan eyes go round. "Whipped? Where did you learn that word from? Is that why you were laughing before?", Jonathan exclaims, paying no attention to how hot his cheeks feel right now, to which his friend laughs again. "Yeah, saw some teens people using that word on social media, these days there are so many- Jonathan?", his friend looks worriedly and ceases talking as soon as he senses how stiff Jonathan has turned in a flick of a second, his eyes distant and wide.

At this point, I had given up already, and I was just hoping that the worst wouldn't happen. To think that I was being manhandled by this man, and none of them could ever help me. "Mere looking at her, you'd know that she is very fertile. She will definitely fill your home with plenty wolf babies." The emcee said, and they whole audience started laughing at me, again. I was just so pained. Here I was, sitting down in front of an audience of men who loved to capitalize on the weaknesses of others. The most annoying part of it was that they were actually laughing like drunk fools who had lost their minds. In all honesty, I actually didn't find anything funny in all the naughty jokes that they

Max looked amused and a little puzzled, and I was flabbergasted into silence. “And you lot think I am crazy!” I suddenly burst out laughing, but none of them were laughing with me. This was a cruel joke. They were playing a cruel joke on me. They wanted me to believe that I was more than I was. I was just hurt that Max would be a part of such a horrific joke!

The silence stretched out, growing heavier and more awkward by the second. RJ decided to try a light-hearted joke to break the tension. She stepped up slightly, flashing a casual grin, and gestured toward the guy's bare torso. "Hey man, I know the world ended, but did the shirts go with it? Because I’m freezing just looking at you." Jolie let out a tiny, nervous breath, while Caleb looked like he wanted to sink right through the porch planks. Joanna kept her eyes locked on the stranger, waiting to see if RJ's humor would finally crack his creepy shell.

"But I've got a few more. Are you ready for another one?" I nod, and he continues. "Okay, here's one."What do you call a sheep that's been sheared twice?" Iskander asks. I think for a moment, and then I say, "A sheared sheep?" He nods his head. "You're getting very good at this," he says. "One more joke, and then I'll let you go. Okay?" I nod, and I lean forward, eager to hear the last joke. "Okay, here's the last one. What do you call a sheep with no head?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. "Come on, you can do it," Isksnfer tells me as he looks into my eyes searching for the answer. I smile and shake my head signifying a no answer. "The answer is, no-brainer," Iskander says. I

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"