Dark Jokei Novels & Stories

Each table was surrounded by several people, piled high with cash and chips. This wasn't futures trading at all—this was an underground casino! "Ethan, let me introduce you." Noah led me toward a middle-aged man. "This is Mr. Somner, the owner here." Mr. Somner looked to be in his 40s, dressed in an expensive suit, his eyes cold. "So, this is your classmate, Mr. Grant?" Mr. Somner asked, sizing me up. "I heard you're very smart. The state's top scorer for this year's SAT, right?"

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

"It seems my Luna is still unclear about my feelings for her. Well, then let's go to the Moon Goddess' altar and carry out the bonding ceremony again. This time, I want the entire Werewolf Union to know you're my Luna." In a panic, I struggled to break free. "Wait! I was just joking!" "It's too late." He snickered as he walked out. "I've already had Frank prepare everything needed for the ceremony." "Ethan! Put me down!" "No, not now, not forever."

I can't– I just can't with this friend of mine. "Your jokes are all lame. Even an infant won't find it funny." I said and they all laughed at what I have said. Well, it is the truth. "Who would laugh at a joke saying 'are you a clown? 'Cause you're just a clown'?" I asked. " It looks like someone is stunned because of the smile for his love of his life." Mr. Kirke was teasing Mr. Disero. I was curious to know who it was but ended up not to ask since it was none of my business.

“Leo! What’s up, Babe?” He grinned, “Did you know Kpop fans pick the oddest body parts to get horny over? They are like,” His voice changed into a high-pitched hysterical girly voice, “Look at the back of Oppa’s knees! Kyah! FUCKING CHOKE ME DEAN OPPA!” There was a pause. “Uhm, was that a joke?” Leonidas laughed instead. “You’re so slow Babe, I swear. You’re supposed to laugh at that.”

The minute they sense you're uncomfortable, it becomes their mission to make it worse. "It's been the same girl in the pictures three times now," Erika continues. "Awwww!" Geovany says laughingly with a fist to his mouth. "Did someone finally get whipped? The famous Daniel 'I'll be single forever' Zavaro finally stuck around for a few additional helpings? Ow!" he says as Mama smacks him on the back of the head. "Is that the girl's baby?" Erika asks seriously, and the room goes strangely quiet.

Walker asked him and proudly nudges Kenji with his shoulder with a proud smile and face. "Man, if there's Lebron James, I'd call you Jebrom Lames." Rig shook his head, obviously trying to make a joke. "Are we supposed to laugh?" Joshua asked him, the only one who hasn't touched any bottle of beer and has only been sitting there with his legs crossed manly and crossed arms tightly. "Hey, we're not done with you yet." Kenji pointed a finger at him before taking a swig on his beer. "Sorry but that's just not going to work on me." He lifted both of his hands like he's surrendering before putting it back crossed above his chest.

"I could drop you in a puddle if I wanted to." Damn Lavigne, he says it like he relishes the idea. Like it would offer him great pleasure to see me all wet and muddy. My fingers grab his dark hair harder, and my vision turns black. "If you drop me, then I will kick your ass." Dior laughs. "I rather you spank it." I shriek, and Dior laughs in response, massively amused. I don't know where the dirty joke came from, but my nipples are already hard—anyone with eyes can see Dior has a bubble butt.

He grinned as my face blushed. “Now you’re getting on my nerves.” I hissed softly, and he broke into another chuckle. I had never seen a man as smiley as him. “How about I tell you a joke,” Conan said, and I frowned. “In the middle of a dark forest, a man and a woman have sex. After about 15 minutes, the man finally gets up and says, ‘Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!’ The woman replies, ‘Me too. You’ve been eating grass for the past ten minutes!’”