Dark Jokes About Orphans Novels & Stories

"I'm willing to forgive you now and let bygones be bygones. Don't push your luck! "I'm a department supervisor now. I have a bright future ahead of me! You're nothing but a wealthy young lady with a little privilege. If we work together, Monroe Group will become even more powerful!" I nearly burst out laughing. A lot of people held this stereotype about wealthy families, thinking that their kids were all useless trust-fund babies. What they didn't know was that the elite actually had their children undergo top-tier education and training. Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important?

He paused for a moment and chuckled, I can hint at all the bitterness in his voice. “T-That charity was hell…Jada.” “They only raise children so we could provide them finances, every food we take should have to be from our own hard work, because if we don’t work. We’ll die in hunger.” “Do you experience living for years in a dark room? No children of my age want to befriend me because they said I smell like a rotten rat.” I look away when tears started to glide down my cheeks. I quickly wipe it. I didn’t know that he had experienced all of those.

It was genuinely shocking how none of them were embarrassed to do all of this with a child at the table. “Tiago—“ Marvin began, but Tiago stuck out his hand to stop him. “I’m sorry, Elena—but this family is far from fun, and I’m glad you and Marvin are not engaged.” Karina laughed. “You dodged a damn bullet, something which Marvin couldn’t do.” Neither could Anya. I could hear the sound of Marvin’s breaths beside me, and all I could tell was that he could not appreciate the joke. “Joke of the century.” Marvin scoffed as Karina rolled her eyes. “Awh, did you lose your humor in prison?”

His eyes drag over me like I’m a meal he ordered, paid for, and expects to be served immediately. “We got a table,” he slurs. “We got drinks. I can make you laugh, promise. Want a joke?” He squints, trying to focus, then jabs a thumb behind him. “My boys said I’m the funniest one in the pack, swear. Especially that idiot—” he points at one of them—“he laughs at anything. Once choked on air, I swear to the gods.” My eyes flick to the VIP section where his group of overgrown toddlers sits—loud, half-drunk, whistling at me like I’m a performing animal on stage.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

“I brought supplies. Enough to last them for days. I’m here to assist you and you have no idea how excited I am.” She giggled, the sound grating on my nerves. As she laughed, it felt like the whole world was laughing at me, mocking my desperation. “What could be so funny?” I growled, “Do you find orphans amusing?” Her laughter died abruptly, the smile falling from her face. “No, no of course not. I just thought you’d be happy to see me here.”

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

the shifter hissed, eyeballing me like she was worried about offending me. I wasn’t, though. If anything, I was happy to see Marley laughing so hard at something so small. Olivia never laughed—not at dad jokes, not at comedies. She’d always just roll her eyes and call everything stupid. When I named my company, she called that stupid too. “That funny, huh?” I asked, cracking a smile of my own. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” she gasped through her laughter. “It’s just so…dorky. You look like a cross between a lumberjack and a menacing member of a motorcycle gang and… Fur Sure? I just—”

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”