Dirty Orphan Jokes Novels & Stories

Gianni leaned on both of us, though I was pretty sure he was exaggerating his weakness just a bit to get his way. Once we reached the garden, Gianni perked up almost immediately, his eyes twinkling. “Dante, Alora, you both need a bit of cheering up. I have a good joke—Why didn’t the skeleton go to the dance? Because he had nobody to go with!” he said with glee, as if he hadn't just cracked a silly dad joke. “Are you serious, Gianni? That was so bad!” I countered, shaking my head even as I laughed.

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.

Where all the confidence came from before I have no idea but I suddenly feel very naked. “Yeah, I wasn’t quite ready to meet the chain of my life so I thought that I would try breaking out of these first” He states. My head whips toward him as I arch my eyebrow wondering what he meant. When the joke finally hits me I guffaw with laughter as I brace my hands on my hips. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh harder than before. “That was a terrible joke” I say through my chuckling. “Oh yeah, I’ve been wracking up jokes to tell you for the last year. You just wait because they are going to get so much worse” He says as he smiles at me.

What the hell is so funny? Skylo shook his head, still smirking. “ Nice sense of humor kid. "Wasn't a joke" "Well, I don't care if it was. I found it funny. And you should remember, your dad dumped you in Damien’s lap like you were a piece of collateral, sweetheart," Skylo continued, his voice mocking now. "Don't waste your sleep hoping for a miracle. Monsters like him do not change” "Shut up," I snapped, knowing damn right he was right. But, I didn't want to hear any of it. I never asked for his opinion.

However, it froze when he said, "what if I actually want her?" I blinked, not expecting that. "Come on, man. I've seen her now. She's endowed, that's for sure." My fists clenched automatically. I was so ready to throw this deal away when he laughed. "I'm kidding. God, your face." He continued laughing, along with his two men. Even Pat let out a chuckle that had me glaring at him. The joke wasn't funny to me and I was certain that it was obvious, but I did calm down a bit, knowing he was only fooling around.

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.

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

Such jokes are no longer funny because they offend the dignity of a pretty cool buddy who doesn't deserve to be ridiculed. So Damian quickly learned to accept being different, but that didn't mean that he wanted to experiment. He was totally, one hundred percent straight, happily engaged to a beautiful girl and they were on the verge of setting a wedding date, and then suddenly a joke about paying with the body appeared in his head, a joke directed at a man. He even said the joke out loud! To make matters worse, this joke was not provoked by any erotically provocative scene... Damian, already with his hand on the doorknob, stopped and bit his lower lip.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

"Or I tell Zane that you slept in my bed until you turned sixteen and that accidents still happened until late into your teenage years." Shirley gasps. "But that's a lie!" I wink smugly at her. "I know, but Zane doesn't need to know that. You know that I'm good at lying and manipulating him. He will believe me." Shirley stares at me. I stare back. We both fall into a laughing fit at the same time, howling at my dark joke. It only gets funnier by the minute. Soon we are both crying like idiots. "Oh-my-fucking-god... Really? REALLY GINA?!" Shirley is wheezing while finding us a parking spot. "You can't make dark jokes like that! You're killing me!"