Funny Entertaining Novels & Stories

I grimaced. “No, silly,” I laughed. “I’m nineteen.” “Phew, I didn’t want to be on the eleven o’clock news,” I said, wiping my forehead with relief. “What exactly do you do, Dante, I mean to be driven around in a limo?” Kimmy asked. “I’m in entertainment,” I expressed. “Would you like something else to drink? Water? Soda? The blood of your enemies?” She laughed loudly, “Did you slaughter the misogynistic fucker from this afternoon?”

"Rhys, your friend is so interesting." "What do you mean?" Rhys sat back down, but his eyes were still on the doorway. "Nothing in particular," Noa said with a sweet smile. "I'm just so happy for Maeve. I heard her recent solo concert in Chicago was a sell-out." "A friend told me her patron for that concert was Don Rinaldi." She paused for effect. "He's always been very 'generous' with young female artists. The art world is really something else." Everyone understood her insinuation.

The living room echoes with shared laughter as we embark on a spirited game of charades. Each member of our small gathering takes turns acting out various phrases and expressions, leading to moments of both hilarity and surprise. Kendra, with her animated gestures, steals the show, leaving us in fits of laughter. As the game progresses, the air becomes charged with a contagious energy. Jim, always the good sport, mimics a famous movie scene, earning him cheers and applause. Jonathan's turn follows, and he delivers a spot-on impersonation that has us guessing until the last second.

"NOOOO DETKAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEHEHS-STOP! STOP HAHAHAHA!" Panicked laughter erupted from her small body like a volcano as she twisted and turned in a frantic attempt to escape. Smirking, I kissed her twitching belly button and sat up reluctantly. “I’ve never met someone so ticklish! Don’t forget to breathe, detka...” I watched with a grin as she panted and struggled to catch her breath all while curling into a giggly ball. Honestly, I thought it was the most adorable thing in the world and as a result couldn’t ever pass up an opportunity to drive her crazy.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

Feels so much fun to be a little human. She disengages the moment we step into the crowdy room, turning to me with that killer dimpled smile on, "Have fun!" She winks before turning around and sauntering away. Have fun! Those are the words! So I just snicker and grind into the party already.

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”

Jessy chuckled at his words. "Still hot from the oven." Alan laughed at that joke. "Great. I can't wait to eat you," I said with a skeptical, flat tone. I taunted him after hearing how annoying this man was to Fenella. But apparently, they didn't care about the mockery. They both laughed even louder, thinking it was a funny joke. According to Fenella's story, I know that Alan is an annoying boss. He's like all bosses out there. Temperamental, arbitrary, demanding, with a strange sense of humor, and a party animal. Not once or twice have I faced bosses like that in my office.

"Not terrible, right?" "It's okay." "That's the most enthusiastic thing you've ever said." Ethan smiled. "You brought me here." "And?" "And you're responsible for entertaining me." Blake laughed. "I thought you were smart." "I am." "Then entertain yourself." Ethan nudged his shoulder, and Blake nudged him back. For the first time that day, Ethan laughed–not nervously, not forced. "What's funny?" Blake looked at him. "Nothing." "You're staring."