Funniest Adult Humor Novels & Stories

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

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?”

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he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

My fist clenched and I took a swing at him but only ended up bruising my knuckles as they ended up on the wall beside his head. Sen threw the ugly head back and barked out the most hysterical laughter I’ve ever heard. “He…he…said…you shouldn’t abuse…sex pills… hahahahahaha!” Sen wheezed while holding his stomach. “Ha-fucking-ha very funny!” I seethed, grabbing my jacket and shrugging into it.

The irritating bouts of laughter that filled up my days lately. King Reuben_The-irritating-mummy finally morphed up into the very familiar lunatic seal once more, and the room was filled with humorous hoots of laughter. This time, even lord Gilbert along with the handful of servants in the backdrop joined him. What could be more humiliating than this?

Aside from his looks, I don't think there is anything adorable about him. "You're flustered" he chuckles lowly "Almost the same reaction when you were just a kid" "I am not a kid anymore" He smirks "Oh sure you're not. I know you are more able to do adult stuff now" I creased my forehead. Is it I or there is really a secret message behind 'adult stuff' that he's talking about. "So innocent my sweet Sammia" he murmured grinning from ear to ear. I press my lips together. I couldn't find his humor funny. I think he's taunting me because I couldn't get what he's trying to say.

Need a stress-relief quest? “No. Just…go hibernate or something.” I dragged my suitcase toward the guest room. It was massive, too big for someone who grew up sharing a room with three cousins and a gecko. The bed was soft, the curtains heavy, the air conditioner too cold. Even the silence here sounded expensive. Still, I had a job to do. Make him laugh. Easier said than done. By morning, I’d rehearsed about ten different ways to do it. Option one: classic humor. Option two: sarcasm. Option three: trip dramatically and hope he’s human enough to chuckle.

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."