Dark Jokes About Orphans Novels & Stories

“Because they’re assholes with no lives. Don’t read it anymore." But I couldn’t stop, I refreshed my feed wanting to see more, both sides were debating about us. One side posted: “They’ve been through hell. Let them be happy, leave them alone.” Replies: “Hell they caused it for themselves, she's a old hag preying on younger rich guys.” Age shaming jokes were everywhere, me being older and Xander the “poor naive kid.” Cassandra’s name was trending too: “Justice for Cassandra! She warned us about Olivia.”

She may have a bit of stubborn and brat bones in her body. "You could have made it last time too if Lilith didn't made a total worthless joke about breathing in hell which had Grace laughing like a fool ." Emily scoffs remembering their stupidity that night. "It was funny though" Grace defends herself,It's not her fault that she finds stupid nerd jokes funny.

“Ring it already.” I glance at the bell. My hand itches. “And say what, exactly?” I mutter. “Hey, I’m your uncle. Surprise! I’m the brother of your deadbeat dad—the one who dropped you at an orphanage like forgotten mail?” Her eyes widen for a beat. Then—laughter. Real, belly-shaking laughter. God, I live for that sound now. A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it. Who the hell am I turning into?

Offering comfort as she tenderly strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. I knelt beside the pair. “You have a mommy and a daddy, Ora. They just live very far away.” Then I thought for a second. Why today of all days is Ora talking about this? “Ora, what happened that made you so upset?” Ora pulls away from Josie. “The kids at school were calling me names. They called me an orphan just because I lived with my aunties. That my mommy and daddy didn’t want me when I was a baby because I was so ugly. Orphan Ora, they called me.”

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

The silence stretched out, thick and uncomfortable, until Frank tried to break it with that awkward little half-smile he got when he was desperate not to let things fall apart. "Well," he said, his tone light but forced, "at least we know why my uncle was such a jerk to me growing up. Guess he was just getting in practice for the whole ’blackmail a murderer’ phase." The joke landed like a damp towel, flat, a bit pathetic, yet somehow just what we needed. A small, broken laugh slipped out before I could stop it, followed by Rowan huffing out something that might have been a chuckle if it didn’t sound so painful.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Dylan says with his usual poker face and hints of mischief in his voice. “Brother dearest, I am gonna bite you if you don’t set it aside.” Orlo flashes the fakest smile I have ever seen. “Do you think my teeth are for decoration?” Dylan showcases his upper canines. “My dear comrades, shall we go inside?” I cut in, rather in a commanding voice. Laugh all you want during joke hours but when its time to work get your arse staight into buisness. And it is neither the place nor the time for big jokes. Small ones are okay, though.

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