Dark Comedy Novels & Stories

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

We were stuck in this awkward hug leaning against the wall in the dark. A low rumble emanated from his chest and I realized he was laughing. He was laughing at me. "What's so funny? No, never mind. Forget that. What the hell is going on?" I pushed away from him. "There we go." He smoothed down the front of his leather jacket. "That's better." "Answer my question." The shadows from the streetlights cast his face in darkness. I couldn't make out the features or the color of his eyes, but for some reason I really wanted to know. The red ember floated around his head like a firefly.

I tucked my legs beneath me on the red recliner while Adrik flipped through the movie selections with the seriousness of a man choosing national security footage. “This one has explosions,” he said. “That one has a plot,” I countered. “I don’t need a plot when there’s blood.” I threw popcorn at him. We settled on some ridiculous action movie with a grumpy hitman and a golden retriever, and halfway through I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Just as the movie came to an end, Adrik looked over at me, his eyes smoldering. “Come here.” he said as he tapped his thigh.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

He grated out, glowering down at him. Damien heart pounded in his chest but he wore a mischievous smirk on his face " I have no control over how much the lady drinks." The grip grew tighter, almost cutting off his breath. The drug he gave her was to make her utterly disoriented. If his cards were played right, she could pass for being drunk.

He explained and I could see laughter dancing in his eyes. I snorted. 'Just laugh if you want to'. His deep masculine voice flowed to my hears and touched something within me. I found myself blushing unconsciously. I reached out and smacked his arm, hard but that only made him laugh more and I found myself laughing alongside him. Adrianna's face was already red in anger and that made me double over in laughter that Lucas had to carry me from how weak I became after the hellish laughter. 'That was so hilarious'. I said to Lucas hoping he'd get the drift and fortunately he did and bursted out laughing again.

Nancy had burst into tears by the time she finished narrating her ordeal . But none of that mattered to Micheal as he snatched the paper away from Nancy and stared hard at it "This ?? . " He said mockingly and burst into laughter . You know those kind of laugh that could make you stand up your toe ? Those kind of laugh that seems to be originated from the deepest part of hell ?? Yes !! That was the kind of laugh that came from Micheal's mouth . The horrible sound sent chill right down into everyone spine and even the police were scared slightly but they tried so hard no to let it show

he says with a wide smile on his lips, he opens the door and the typical and characteristic smell of blood floods my sense of smell again, I enter and the man Claus was torturing for the last three hours he looks horrible, he has wounds all over his body bathed in blood, he is only in his underwear and two clamps connected to a modern electricity generating device hang from his nipples, the son of a bitch was having fun, I look at him with displeasure and he smiles proudly “You wanted me to talk, right?...” I roll my eyes and approach the man who is between consciousness and unconsciousness “Hotchner….” I call him, the man barely moves his head. “Your daughter, she'll be fine... she won't re

“But, I mean, if you’re that desperate, bro, I don’t mind jerking you off. Charity work. For old times’ sake.” I stared at him. Deadpan. For a full three seconds. Then I said, voice flat as asphalt, “Even as a joke, that wasn’t funny.” He threw his head back and howled while Ellis choked on his beer, coughing and laughing at the same time, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t fun being the fucked-up sideshow. I took one last drag then crushed the joint out in the ashtray so hard the glass cracked.

There was no one around at this time except for the worker that works in the house to keep the house in place for those busy men. Dominic was sitting facing his friend with one hand holding a cigarette between his tattoo fingers. Inhale once and exhale it afterward as he waited for his friend to say something. "How is everything going?" said the man after a long silence surrounded the two of them, attracting his friend's attention.