Dark Humor Knock Knock Jokes For Adults Novels & Stories

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

I promise myself that this journey can’t end without Sadie smiling. Now, I'm walking along with her, and even though she's wearing a mask, her eyes are not the same happy ones she was giving Georgia when they talk. Fuck, how can I make her smile again? “Umm…” When Sadie looks up at me, I look straight ahead, fumbling my fingers. “Do you know about the…The man who made knock-knock jokes?” It takes a few seconds before she asks “What?”

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

“But also… the way the characters chose each other, over and over.” Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten. I’m mid-scoop of ice cream when he suddenly says, “Knock, knock.” I blink. “Oh no.” “Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Vamp.” “…Vamp who?” “Vamp-ire believe how good this date is going?” I burst out laughing. Real, unfiltered laughter that has me clutching my stomach and nearly spilling my ice cream. “Oh my God,” I wheeze. “That was terrible.”

Besides, it wasn't like there had anything meaningful to say. I exhaled slowly, adjusting my cufflinks, the movement calm, controlled, and deliberate, so much so, no one would guess I was trying to stop my hands from clenching into fists. I was bored. That’s what it should have been. That’s what it always was. Bored with the party. Bored with the people. Bored with the same empty conversations, the same practiced smiles, the same meaningless attempts at getting in my good graces. The Mercer’s good graces.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

"Not me. I'm a bastard and straight, in case you forgot. I meant anyone else who isn't an obsessive idiot stalker." The tension spiked, sharp and hostile. For a moment, I considered lunging across the table and breaking his jaw. I could tell from the way the human's fists tightened he'd welcome it. He was actively taunting me. But then Conan raised a hand between us and blurted out: "Okay! Okay. How about a joke I've heard before? Let's see... Why aren't Koalas considered bears?" Silence. "...Because they never had the Koala-fications!"

- No one there laughing at anything. He was terrible at it, all the jokes were out of turn, whoever didn't understand. - I think he talks about the project to use Queen and other Kong relatives as city cleaners. – Another said. - It was a very interesting project. – Another said. - Damn this is a joke. – Then he punched a third, who fell sprawling to the ground. So, in the middle of the meeting, when they left the meeting, they were heading to their mansions and their next business.

Ask for forgiveness. “Ah…” I braced my arms on the pulpit, pushing it forward a little. “If I start crying, someone just walk up and give me a hard slap,” I said earning a few laughs yet again. Ludo couldn’t do jokes today, seeing as he’s the family jokester. It was up to me uphold that. “But then you’d have to be quick because I’ll slap you back if it hurts,” more laughter.

Picking it up, I turned quickly, walked back over, and threw it in his face with a smile. "What, nothing to say? It looks like you finally got that much needed attitude adjustment. Turns out you really can be sweet!" I smiled at my own lame joke and quickly took a few steps back when his hands tightened into fists. The sticky goo ran down his face and onto his shirt, giving me even more satisfaction.