Deep Thoughts Funny Mga Nobela at Kwento

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

Luke burst into a very annoying laugh, his deep voice resounding through the garden The laughter started in a low tone and slowly, but then it became locomotive, sounding loudly and faster than the initial beginning, sounding like a hyena. "Oh! You're funny" Luke said as he finally put the hanging fork in his mouth and still muttering laughter with food in his mouth. There was scorn written on Richard's face. His face became tighter and fiercer, clenching both his jaws and his hands which held the table knife, he felt a bit insulted with Luke's laughter. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?", Richard's deep voice spoke in the midst of the laughter surrounding Luke Richard's deep voice struck L

He questioned. “You’re a genius Billion so figure it out.” Jesse put two plus two together and got four as his answer but the proposition sounded so ridiculous in his head that he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks. “What’s funny?”. She inquired. “You.” He guffawed. “God that felt good.” He threw his head back with a sigh, chuckled then looked back at Helena who was scowling at him. “How am I funny? I just offered you your job back and you think that’s funny?”.

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

that was all I manage to say, while my brain was busy racking up the feelings I have inside me. Deep shit! I'm in a very deep shit!

He didn’t answer. He just looked at me. And then. He laughed. Slow at first. Deep. Rich. That dark kind of laugh that wasn’t funny at all but still sounded like it came from somewhere inside his chest, like whatever was going on in his head had officially short-circuited and now he was just laughing to keep from snapping. I blinked. What the fuck?

“With kids, something unpredictable is always happening.” “I understand,” the brunette smiles unexpectedly warmly, and I get stuck on the cute dimples in her cheeks.

“… is unsettling.” I couldn’t breathe. Another deep laugh erupted from somewhere inside me, so powerful it bent me over slightly as I grabbed my stomach. “Goddess…” I wheezed. “I forgot…” I struggled to inhale. “… how funny you actually are.” Zayden smirked. “Don’t get used to it.”

he added, and a deep chuckle escaped me, followed by a loud laugh. “Oh my goodness,” I choked out, clutching my stomach from laughter. “You’re so fucking funny, Conan,” I muttered, my laughs reducing to mere chuckles now. “Goodness, at least come up with something believable if you’re going to lie. What fucking century do you think we’re in?”