Novel & Cerita Funny Christian Jokes

“Ow, ow, ow!” “The only punk I see here is you,” Christian stated. “Now how about you at least act like you have some common sense in you, and get lost.” At that, he directed Julio to the door and harshly kicked him out of the cafe. Growing more enraged after the humiliation, Julio got back on his feet and glared at him. “Don’t think this is over, punk!” With that warning, he took his leave. Christian narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he left. He already felt something was funny about that human the second he came into the cafe. The stench he had all over him. And now that he has left with that attitude…

Christian tells his Beta. “With all the reverence and respect in the world, I would rather shit in my hands and clap, Alpha.” Uriel looks like he would love to say more, but I imagine his sense of self preservation holds his tongue. I have to bite the insides of my own cheeks to keep from laughing and Hunter turns his back on everyone, his shoulders shake with his amusement for a few seconds before he straightens his back and turns to face us all again. “Excuse me?” Christian tries, and fails, to keep the surprise off his face.

and because of him. Maybe it was his fault she hadn’t been around Sawyer. And that .. made him feel like shit. Christian came around the corner then dressed in overalls and a straw hat. Quinn couldn’t help it. He busted out laughing. Ah hell. What was happening here… Quinn was not a laugher. And here he was…. Guffawing. Loud… uninhibited cackling. He laughed so hard … in fact … that both Christian and Sawyer started laughing too. Then Dany got tickled. Apparently Quinn laughing was in itself funny.

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

"I couldn't keep lying to him, not after what he said. He asked me to call him Grandpa... and I just couldn't. I told him everything." Christian nodded slowly, half his face still cloaked in moonlight. "What did he say?" A small, disbelieving smile tugged at my lips. "He laughed. Like, actually laughed. Out loud. Then he said, and I quote, 'I'm eighty-three, not eight.'" Christian blinked, and then—to my surprise—laughed too. A real laugh. Deep and unrestrained, the kind that slipped past all his careful composure. "We were completely played, weren't we?" He ran a hand through his hair, still smiling. "That old fox."

Not completely, but enough that I found myself laughing at Christian’s dumb jokes again. He was telling Lydia about some ridiculous fight he and his brother had as kids, acting it out with so much exaggeration that Lydia had to set down her fork because she was laughing too hard to chew. “Christian, you are lying,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I swear, Grandma! He cried like a baby. Over a scratched toy car.” Lydia shook her head, chuckling. “You two nearly burned down the kitchen once, and you want me to believe he cried over a toy car?”

She then pecked a kiss on his forehead, making him smile again. Xandar then mind-linked Christian, ‘Fine. I’m jealous of the five-year-old. Who does he think he is?! And how is he going to protect her? Roll on the battleground and trip the rogues over?’ Christian burst into laughter, garnering everyone’s attention. Lucianne’s voice turned back into the way she normally spoke to him, “Christian, what’s the joke?” He lifted up a finger, asking for a minute while he continued laughing at his cousin’s mind-link. When he was done, he said, “Apologies, my Queen. I uh…just thought of something funny and couldn’t help myself.”

Christian was standing among his friends and their wives in the dining hall, and I walked up to him to give him the pills for his headache. One of his friends said, “Hey, Christian, when are we going to see a little Blackthorne running around? Man, even my dog breeds faster than your wife!” Christian didn’t defend me; he just took a sip from his drink and chuckled. “Some things are just bad investments, Lucas. You can’t force a broken machine to work.” The whole table laughed while I looked down at my feet, wishing the ground would swallow me. But then… there was that one night.

I said as I remembered. “ You called a doctor for her? ” “ Is that a problem? ” “ No but it's weird though. “ Christian remarked. “ I have never seen you so concerned about someone. ” I cleared my throat. “ You're mistaking curiosity for concern. ” “ Sure. Let's keep lying to ourselves. ” Christian chuckled. “ Don't you have work to do? ” I growled, earning more laughter in return. “ I was about to leave when someone stopped me to narrate his knight in shining armour tales. ” Christian laughed. His laughter followed him out of my office, the sound echoing even after he shut the door.

I didn't know. They both chuckled. I turned to Christian. "What's funny, Christian? What's happening?! Don't stand there and laugh!" I swallowed tears, blinked my eyes to keep from bawling. "Because you keep acting dumb and asking stupid questions when it's all laid out for you." He smirked. Properly observing him, I now noticed he was clad in just his undershorts. "You're..." I pointed from him to the girl. "B-but you said she is your ex."