Dryly Humorous Novels & Stories

he declared, his grin widening as he launched into an enthusiastic—and entirely incorrect—attempt at drying my hair. “Xavier!” I squealed, swatting at his hands. “That is not how you dry hair!” He laughed, deep and rich, the sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “Nonsense. This is a highly specialized technique, passed down through generations of hair-drying experts.” “By ‘experts,’ do you mean ‘men who’ve never touched a hair dryer?’” I shot back, trying to wrestle the towel away. But he only rubbed harder, his laughter filling the room.

His humour was sharp, and witty, but still sensitive— in other words, the best kind. At the core of Tyler’s personality was his sense of humour. He possessed an innate ability to put me at ease, and this fascinated me because I couldn't tell how he was doing it. His wit was like a bolt of lightning, an electric current that charged the air and cast everything in a new light. His laugh wasn't very masculine— hence why I saw myself looking at his face wondering if the sound I was hearing emanated from his mouth. I loved how his eyes lit when he laughed— his laugh echoing like a sonorous bell that chimed with merriment and conviviality.

Huffy tone, alpha male stance going on and sulky boy brewing. “Oh, I don’t know. I reckon I could charm Miss. Ander … OWWW.” Daniel squawks like an injured animal as Jake’s shoulder punch is applied with a lot more force. “Calm your pants, Jake. God! You’ll be pissing on me next.” He huffs and swipes his beer from the table casting his friend an angry frown. “Don’t tempt me.” Jake’s joke seems drier than humor and he swipes his own beer. Both men throwing a snarky look at one another, before taking what looks like a precision planned swigs of their drinks.

The first sip goes down rough, smoky, burning in a way that is almost comforting in the middle of this hell. “Jameson,” he observes. “I expected something more expensive.” “The expensive stuff is for visitors I want to impress.” I finally turn my face toward him, letting all my contempt show. “You get what you deserve.” Harvey considers this the way a normal man might consider dry humor. “Fair.”

“What happened to your sense of humor? I thought vacations were supposed to make people relaxed.” “You know damn well it wasn’t a vacation. And even if it had been, I’d still be tense after leaving the pack in your hands.” I smirked when his expression soured. “See? My humor’s intact.” “That wasn’t funny,” he said dryly. “Doesn’t matter. I think I’m hilarious.” “I pity Alina for having to spend her life with you. Your jokes will be the death of her.” “Oh, please. Don’t bring her up.”

was his curt response and he continued driving without giving me a glance. Maybe I really offended someone who just bought me dinner. " Do y-you need my ad-ddress?" God why am I such a whimp. " Not necessarily. I know where I'm headed" his words came out through slightly gritted teeth. He knows where he's headed!! I felt all the blood drain from my face. I'm dead. He turned to look at me and burst out laughing. Why are humans so impeccable. what is so funny in murder!? "Gosh Iris take it easy, I mean I know where you house is, no need to turn all blue"

He always does. “I see,” Harriette says thoughtfully. “I assumed you were only spending time with her to irritate your cousin.” Rhys chuckles again, and I can hear the cockiness behind it. “To be honest, that was the plan at first,” he admits. I scoff quietly under my breath. “But then I actually got to know her.” His tone shifts slightly. “She is funny, you know. Not in the obvious way, but the dry, sarcastic kind that sneaks up on you. And she is sharp. You cannot half-ass a conversation with her because she will catch it immediately.”

“I was not.” “Oh, I’m pretty sure you were.” He bends slightly toward me. “You were snoring so loudly, I’m surprised such a sound can come from you. And when I came to wake you up I saw you drolling .” I quickly wiped my mouth, only to realize there was nothing there. His quiet chuckle told me I had fallen for his trick. “Relax,” he said, amusement laced in his tone. “It was just a joke.” “Haha, hilarious.” I frowned. “Was that how you wanted me to react to your dry joke?”

He had the missing fingers to prove it. “I knew I’d be needed today. I brought my gear with me. Just stay back until I call you or you see the cloud of dust and debris.” That was something about people that did what he did. They had a mortician’s humor, or they had what was called gallows humor. Meaning they either had no sense of humor at all or they were sick and had a morbid sense of humor. Jackson didn’t believe in being serious about anything because he was too busy living what time he had left.

"If you don't have the common sense to not to enter in anyone's room without permission that too if you know the person just for few days then I'm afraid that you don't choose washroom of your house as a hang out place with your close friends in the name of having no formalities of a particular place of meeting among yourselves" She laughed out loud whereas her eyes conveyed utmost disgust for him who doesn't spare a second to hover around her much to her irritation. Nathan pressed his lips to control his laughter which threatened to burst out at any second whereas Dhruv just smiled sheepishly at Ira as if enjoying his own insult just to cover his embarrassment. Nevertheless, gulping all his