Dabi Laughing Novels & Stories

One morning, as sunlight spilled through the window and Abby was folding Lia's clothes, Lia let out a sound, something between a laugh and a squeak. “That was a giggle,” Abby said, pausing mid-fold. “I swear it was.” I heard footsteps coming from the opposite room, which is our bedroom. Dante rushed in, toothbrush still in his mouth. “Did she laugh? I missed it?” “She did,” I said, grinning to tease him. “And she’s going to do it again, because she loves an audience.” We tried everything to make her laugh again, making funny faces and silly noises. Chen did a little dance routine that made us both laugh harder than Lia. She finally giggled again when my husband accidentally sneezed loudly an

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Aiden, I'm so sorry. I need to laugh because I saw that video." My laughter echoed out loud. That was one of the most hilarious video. Aiden giving lap dance to a old man. Eww. But that was so funny. He was shaking and rubbing his whole body off on the old man. Liam one day remembered that and showed me the video. Damn! I laughed out loud again. Aiden's face changed to bright red due to embarrassment. He glared at Liam, but still Liam couldn't guess why I was laughing and Aiden was glaring.

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Gayle, have we done all of this before?” Her expression softened, a hint of melancholy in her eyes that I couldn't quite decipher. “Maybe in a past life, Gabe,” she said softly, before taking a long sip of her cocoa, avoiding my gaze. -×××- DAMIEN'S POV My breath hitched, a familiar, agonizing compression in my chest. I shrank further back into the shadows of the ancient oak, the biting winter air doing little to cool the heat of my fury. He laughed. Adrian laughed, a sound so open, so joyful, it ripped through me. His laugh. And it was all for her.

Within seconds, the powerful, dignified King of the South was howling with laughter. "Please!" he gasped, his face turning red. "Stop! I can't—" We finally showed him mercy and released him. Darian slumped against the table, his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily. "I never imagined... I was that ticklish," he admitted, wiping a tear from his eye. "I had always wanted to see you laugh that hard," Valen said, leaning against the wall. "Your laughs are always so measured, Darian. Like you’re scared you’ll run out of them if you use too much at once."

I said, groaning loudly. "Please leave me alone, let me laugh," he taunted. "So the mighty can fall. The mighty Dumbi has fallen." he added, still laughing out loud. "Stop laughing Alex," I whisphered yelled. "Okay! Okay! I am sorry, I will try to stop it now." he replied, stiffling his laughters with his hand. "So who is the person?" he asked, raising an eyebrow up. That question made me get lost in my thoughts again.

Fast. I watched Damian's hand drift toward his pistol. Not enough to draw it. Just enough. A warning. Levi looked at the gesture. Then burst out laughing. Again. Loudly. Excessively. Like the idea of being shot amused him. He slapped Damian on the back. Hard enough to make a normal person stumble. "Come on!" "Where's your sense of humor?" Damian looked seconds away from shooting him anyway. "This is a mafia family." Levi continued laughing.

It was a glance that spoke volumes, acknowledging the sheer ridiculousness of the situation while also acknowledging the mutual appreciation for the comic relief that our exchange had inadvertently become. Despite his best efforts, the laughter finally won out, breaking free in a soft chuckle that earned him a playful yet fond glare from his mother. Rihaana's mock sternness only seemed to make Sebastian's laughter all the more uncontrollable. His shoulders shook, and his laughter mingled with mine in a harmonious chorus of amusement.

“Why are you laughing?” “You.” I narrowed my eyes. “Careful. I'm still a patient.” “Exactly. You're threatening me while you can barely hold your own cup of water.” “Fuck you.” “I've missed that.” I laughed. It wasn't much. My ribs immediately informed me that laughing was a terrible fucking idea. “Ow.” Damian instantly became serious. “What hurts?” “Everything.” “Then stop moving.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” His eyes narrowed. I smiled and settled against his chest.

I screamed out and laughed so proudly, and didn't forget to send a jibe emoji to show my victory. After a few minutes there was a log out, and I was a bit disappointed. It was as if my game opponent went easy on me or something, but I didn't care and was really glad that I won. My mood lightened up sporadically, and I felt good. Later in the evening when Dabby returned back home, I was sitting on the same spot I had sat in the morning. In a few days, so much had happened since she started living with us, and I felt like I needed to give her an ounce of her truth. Reasons to leave with her mother.