Funny Markiplier Novels & Stories

I shouted to the group. The kid in the middle, at least six-four, muscular, laughed back. “Or what?” he asked, his voice very deep.

read the reply, its dismissive tone amplifying Josh's sense of annoyance. As soon as Josh finished reading the message, another reply popped up on his screen. "He'd better, or it's going to be humiliating for him tomorrow," wrote another user, identified by the username Mark. Josh immediately recognized the name as the same guy he had made a bet with earlier. A guy named Mark. Josh remembered the terms of the bet: if Josh couldn't afford to replace Vanessa's outfit, he would have to shave his head bald and dye it bright pink; conversely, if he managed to scrape together enough funds, Mark would be the one to suffer the indignity. And fortunately, due to the fact that Josh wasn't as poor as e

“Yeah, I punish her mother at least twice a day and a mate’s punishment doesn’t seem to work.” Marcella and Wesley share a look of shock. “Dad made a joke, Dad made a sex joke, Marcella calls her mate 'Snookums', Dad is agreeing with Lucy, Marcella beat the shit out of three she-wolves, and Evander is standing up to Bridget,” Wesley looks around. “You all get the world is coming to an end.” Mark and Victor laugh. “I think we can do without the Three Stooges,” Dad is amused, but serious at the same time. “You three are dismissed.”

, giving me plenty of frolic, - You're fast, baby. – Finally, we ran to the place of search, and Mark did not miss the opportunity to play a joke on me. To make a good joke, I could feel warmth in his voice, not mockery. I was even a little embarrassed, not often Mikhail praised me for anything.

He pointed at his friend's face in between his laughter. Markris ignored him, silently counting in his mind. He knew what was to come next, and he was patiently waiting for it. "Oh, Lorena, the woman that you are." He slapped his legs, laughing away. Suddenly, his laughter turned into a quick successive cough, and he began to choke. He held on to the table for support as the veins in his neck twisted. "Mark..." He struggled for air, his words caught in his throat. Markris smiled. It was always the same story with this clown. He laughs at his jokes to the point of choking. Markris watched him suffer for a few seconds before standing up to help. He picked a bottle of water from the fridge and

He rolled his eyes, “Do I have to open your head to find out what it is?” “Mark, I need to get married.” I stated with a serious expression. I watched as Mark's face slowly morphed into an amused expression and then exploded into laughter. He laughed until tears trickled from his eyes. “Sorry but that was absolutely necessary.” he said, trying to catch his breath. “Remember when I said earlier that you are no fun? I take that back. Steve Harvey has nothing on you.” I got up and slammed a wad of dollar bills on the table angrily, “When you're ready to listen, you know where to find me.” I strode out of the restaurant, with Mark's laughter trailing me.

Becky and Rachel both snickered and snuggled closer to him. "You did just fine," Kimber said, rolling her eyes. "Fine?" Mark said loudly. "I don't wanna be fine! Tell them I broke your hip or something, shit!" Kimber rolled her eyes again and shook her head. "You totally nailed me. I've never had better. Oh baby, oh baby. Do it again," she dead panned. Mark grinned and settled back against the log. "Thaaat's better," he said, drawing laughs from everyone.

"You are dirty." "Fuck, where am I dirty? I'm clean." Mark couldn't take it anymore. 'Cough cough cough' Mark Logan coughed violently with a smile. Mark glared at him, "Why are you laughing? Look at how disgusting the two of you are taking turns drinking a can of soup." After that, he drank his chicken soup silently. Mark Logan blinked, looked at his aggrieved appearance, and kicked him with his foot, "Oh, do you want to try my snail foot soup?" "Can I?" Mark raised his head and asked in surprise. Mark Logan shook his head, "No."

Instead, he pulled out his sandwich and started chewing. Liam and I had been talking a lot lately. Turns out, we both went to the same university though somehow, we’d never crossed paths. He leaned casually against the edge of my desk, a cup of coffee in hand, grinning. “Okay, here’s one: Why did the marketer get kicked off the trampoline?” I tilted my head. “Why?” “Too many bounce rates.” I snorted. “Oh my God, that’s awful.” He looked offended in the most dramatic way possible. “Please. That joke is gold. The last intern nearly choked on her protein bar.”

I said letting a small laugh, Mark and Maryam joined in, living with just these two have been a blessing, I sometimes wish I knew who my mom and Dad was,maybe a hint on if they were dead or alive. I remember when I first met Mark, he was a very strict non_ nonsense man, hardly spoke to anyone,was always too serious,he was nothing close to fun, he was a yes or no man, as straightforward as he could be but now, I call him my buddy, we joke around and he calls me Sir, I deserve an award, I let out a soft chuckle "What's the problem sir? Mark asked. "Nothing exactly, just have some crazy stuff playing right in my head" I lied,well I won't actually call it a lie, I didn't just tell him what I wa