English Humorous Stories Novels & Stories

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END

“You look like someone who could use a good laugh.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yep. Lucky for you, I’m full of stories. Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a tornado in my old pickup truck?” I blink. “I don’t think so.” He launches into a tale so animated and absurd I can’t help but laugh. “...And there I was, wind howlin’, my dog howlin’, and me screamin’ at the top of my lungs like a banshee! But we made it, me and ol’ Duke.”

These types of things only happen in movies! Like with Hannah, Henry also told Gabriella stories in German when she couldn't sleep, but Gabriella felt like a joke.

" Alfi exclaimed. I get irritated and pushing Alfi”s forehead with my index finger. "Hey, you little scum! Do you think I write a mere pure comedy story?! A story that focuses on 1 aspect won”t do any good! A story like Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso which has a sad story has a good comedy aspect to make people enjoy the story! And what do you mean by inferior story anyway? Your story is lower than this one! A Nijikon who doesn’t care about his life and he is a weirdo and perv? Hah! Don”t make me laugh!" I exclaimed irritated.

The wind had completely died down now. “Oh! I apologize,” He tried to calm himself and took a deep breath, “The purpose of writing these stories and passing them down is to let the oncoming generation know what kind of things can happen to us, what we have in us that makes us different from other people and the mistakes we shouldn't make-” He started snickering again, “The funny part is,” He tried to control his giggles, “We still end up in deep shit each time.” He started laughing out loud after that. He laughed so hard he fell to the side and laid on the grass with his hands over his face which he slowly brought up to move his hair back.

"Especially men." "Amen to that," a cousin says, lifting her glass high. I watch Lina from the corner of my eye. Her smile dims slightly. Carlos still isn’t looking at me. Dinner is going to be dramatic. I can feel it. Uncle Ben is telling stories that make everyone laugh. I haven’t laughed like this in ages. He’s on his third story about his botched attempt at horseback riding during his youth. He speaks with dramatic gestures. “Emily, I swear to God, the horse winks at me before it takes off,” Uncle Ben says. “I see my life flash before my eyes—and it’s just me, alone, yelling at my own reflection.”

She pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay, enough with the sappy stuff before I break out in hives. Want to hear a joke?” I laughed shaking off the heaviness of the conversations "Sure hit me” She launched into a ridiculous story about a goose that somehow got stuck in a wedding cake and by the time she was done I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. Once the laughter died down we slipped into a more relaxed conversation. I told her about the explosion at the HQ. “Have you heard anything new about it?"

Their laughter blended easily with the background hum of the restaurant, and for a moment Layla almost forgot this was all pretend. By the time their food arrived, their conversation had drifted into lighter, sillier territory. Layla had found herself leaning forward, laughing at Ethan’s ridiculous office stories—like how one of his coworkers swore his stapler was haunted because it kept disappearing, only to be found in the fridge. “You’re making that up,” she said, cutting into her food. “I swear I’m not,” Ethan said, grinning. “And I was the unlucky guy who found it next to someone’s yogurt cup. Still don’t know how it got there.”

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.