Funny Mcqueen Novels & Stories

My right eyes welled with tears but I tried to hold it back from falling. "2.5 Billion! First time in history" MC said, happiness laced in his tone. I pulled the microphone from his hand, my eyes fixated on Julian and Russo who I had just noticed. Cold ass mother fuckers. "I can't wait to show you what I can do with my mouth and my body, Mr Buyer" I smiled at Julian whose temple looked like it was going to explode from the way it kept ticking. His jaw clenched as he stared at me, furiously.

"Not what I think it is? Then what is it? Don't tell me it's actually like what this bitch said, and you're just her driver?" At that, she couldn't help but let out a mock laugh. "Only a car moocher like her could make up such an absurd story."

" I lasted exactly three seconds, then I burst. One laugh escaped before another followed, louder than the last, until I was doubled over, clutching my stomach while tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. "Don't you dare laugh," Maverick warned, holding the diaper. That only made it worse. "You're a billionaire," I wheezed between laughs. "You run an international company. People fear you." "This isn't funny." he said. "It absolutely is." He sighed dramatically. "I negotiate billion-dollar acquisitions." "Mhmm."

Then the entire jeep burst into laughter. "Boss!" The driver shouted. "This is just a jeepney!" "Not a charity event!" Keiv scratched his head. "Isn't that allowed?" "Do you even have change?" "No." "Then no!" Maeve held her forehead while trying hard not to laugh. "Oh no..." "Now you've embarrassed yourself." Keiv sighed. "It's my first time..." "Hmm?" "Nothing." "No." "Say it." He remained quiet. "It's my first time..." "...not having enough small bills."

, Mic replied in a hard tone. Harun leaned back whilst struggling to not laugh at his comment. He noticed Shyam's mischievous behaviour, he was looking down with his hands covering his mouth. "You find it so funny right?", Harun glared at Shyam. "Don't shout at him?", Mic growled. "Oh! Yeah Mr.Michael Abel do you want me to tell you how much Hulk you go when you are practicing? I know something pissed you off and you are taking your frustration on me.", he paused for a second before continuing.

It amused me no end. My eyes landed on the bubblegum that was helplessly fallen between her boobs and my smile widened, I gave a signal to the expectant driver to get a move on. Now here's someone that won't be so hard controlling. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Mokunfayo Badmus: Seated in the large creamery, the only thing blaring in my head as I watched the lips, of the boy seating opposite me, moved to inform me of the biggest joke of the century was;

I assured her and she smiled with a nod. "How are you doing, you ugly motherfūckers?" I greeted them as soon as I saw them and they cheered. Some may think that a group of billionaires are like robots who talk about nothing but money, and while that is true, we also know how to have fun, and sometimes, we are just kids at heart. "Someone had some fun while in the air." Markle teased me, pointing out how I was walking, and the others joined him, making Miracle hide behind me in embarrassment.

The rich fellows were finding my friends's behaviours very amusing as they chuckled at the excited women. "Is this one of your cars?"I asked McKenzie quietly besides me She nodded, grinning sheepishly at me"Hmm" "How many cars do you have really?"I asked, looking up to meet her eyes"I have seen a couple already. I'm curious" "Many. I lost count"McKenzie admitted , looking down at me with the same grin"And I have a jet too, just so you know" I chuckled softly, tugging closely on her arm"Oww! Of course you do. What don't you have?"

He replied. “I guess I'm doing a good job then,” I said, smiling sweetly. The MC began to walk towards the cars already parked at the starting line. After he walked away, I snorted. “You better make him choke on his words,” I told Jackson. “I was thinking of making him drown in them but if it's what you please then so be it, Your Majesty.” Jackson bowed elegantly. He'd been smiling a lot more tonight. He was even cheering and whooping for other racers. I think we'd been here for two or three hours already.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.