Dryly Humorous Novels & Stories

He asked, and I still wondered what he was driving at. “You look okay.” I said as my eyes ran through the robe he had in and his dishevelled hair. But somehow he still managed to look hot. It came with him. Whether he was packaged or not. “Good, you mean. So if I look good, I’m doing good.” He said, and I laughed at his dry humour. “Was that supposed to be humorous?” I had to ask "Well, you laughed. So I take it as a yes!” He said, and I laughed again.

Matt jumped in laughing. "There's no point in laughing, it will only prove how much of a macho man you are. I mean macho macho,macho man you've got to be, a macho man macho, macho man you've got to be." Grey teased, making some funny gestures with his hands. “Did you hear that?” Killian turned to Matt, laughed and shook his head. Matt willed himself not to laugh at his joke but it was already hard as he ended up giving a husky laugh at his words.

Natalie Jett's first love needs a mobile blood bank. But she's going to drain all the blood from my comatose younger brother due to me not arriving in time. I drop to my knees and beg her desperately. "Micah is already showing signs of waking up. The doctor said he'll die if you keep taking his blood. Take mine instead and leave my brother alone! Please!" But Natalie remains unmoved. She looks coldly at me as I kneel before her on the ground. "This is your punishment for being late. It's only some blood. What's the big deal? "Andy is severely anemic. He's the one who could actually die. Is your brother's life really more important than Andy's?" Ignoring my pleas, she orders her priva

Adrian had a way of turning ordinary stories into comedy, complaining about a client who tried to pay him in exposure, reenacting dramatic office arguments with exaggerated voices that made me laugh harder than I had in weeks. At one point, I nearly spilled my drink. “Okay,” I said, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” “I prefer emotionally supportive comedian.” We ordered dessert we didn’t need and kept talking. For a while, I forgot my life, embedded with complicated gray eyes. “You smile more when you forget to be careful,” Adrian said casually. I blinked. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said lightly, “you look like someone who carries too much responsibili

Ryan Dixon clearly didn’t appreciate this and shouted out with a dark expression: “Cry your mother!” Jeff Greg responded annoyingly: “My mum’s not even here, what's there to cry about? She didn’t hit her nose.” As if it wasn’t enough, he even smiled and ruffed the highest of Ryan Dixon’s head whereas speaking as if he was comforting a child: “Ok, ok. Don’t cry. If you continue crying then you get no candy.” Ryan Dixon……exploded! this might be aforesaid to be an enormous insult to him! Ryan Dixon’s eyes squinted into a glare and he brought his lightweight brown eyes closer. At this distance, Jeff Greg completes that his eyes looked spherical sort of a cat and his eyes were of awfully pretty c

While the young man stared with stern expressionless eyes, his father's voice fixed his cold gaze on his eyes. "How are you son?" "Usual." As usual... Same answer to the same question asked. Cold, hard, dull and dry and cracked just like arid lands... How are you, however, is a normal question. The answer given in return is usually "I'm fine" and it is a clear answer that will follow. After that, the conversation would go away, but the young man's voice froze both the time and the atmosphere with his answer. The conversation was limited to a few short words, and that was what he wanted anyway...

He calmly replied. I really wanted to shout at him as loud as I could right now. His being so calm when I was pissed off, made me even madder. Instead, I just laughed at his face. “Well, it’s kind of funny to me,” I told him, my laugh was as dry as a Sahara. Alexander didn’t give me any reaction, only a slight eyebrow lift. “Do you see me laughing?” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to, anyway.” I mocked and he frowned. “No, because it’s serious. Because I’m serious as fuck, for you, for us, for our future.”

INNOCENT AND NOT. Claire burst into a laugh at what Cain said to her. When her eyes caught Cain's again, she laughed more hysterically. It was such a laugh that one laughed without one's eyes. It sounded very fake and dry like it was forced from an empty barrel. "You make me laugh," Claire said after her laughter had died down. "Nothing is funny, I am dead serious." Cain made her know. "Then this should be fun. You want me out, but I won't be out. Better not be a chicken when doing things. I don't want to be bored out."

He had an aura of confidence that could make you forget the harsh realities of our world. Sean, his polar opposite, was quieter but sharp. His mind worked quickly, often processing information faster than anyone else at the table. But that didn’t mean he was standoffish,far from it. His humor was dry, but it was always delivered with a smirk, like he was in on some inside joke. There was a calmness to him, the kind that made him a steadying presence in any conversation.

“Don’t get used to it.” Max leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Adrian. “Why don’t you smile more? Are you one of those grumpy old men in disguise?” I burst out laughing, nearly dropping my cone. “He’s got you pegged, Adrian.” Adrian gave Max a deadpan look. “I’m not old.” “Grumpy, though,” Max said, nodding sagely. “Definitely grumpy,” I agreed, grinning at Adrian’s long-suffering sigh.