Funny Mcqueen Novels & Stories

" Really?! And you have any phobias?" " No, I don't." He said " Cool." " But we have someone who has a phobia of bathrooms." He smirked at Ford who shot him a glare in return I held a laugh so bad. The day we pranked him flushed my memories " You know Malik? I bought some donuts but with this comment, I won't give you." He said as he grabbed a box of donuts I lost it... I laughed at Malik this time like come on who would believe they are a part of a mafia. One afraid of the bathroom and the other crazy over donuts.

"Troy said they're probably going to sacrifice one of us." Myla sputtered with laughter shaking her head, "Goddess, Maeve. I hope it's you. My hair hasn't looked this good in years! What a waste that would be." I couldn't help but laugh. Myla's teasing, somewhat abrasive, sense of humor was a compliment to my own. She was not a serious person. I wondered how she got on with Keaton, who seemed to be fixed, and dependent, on his serious, dry nature.

Macy quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow at me. A sheepishly shameful smile spread across my face and with that popcorn was flung at me for my ignorance. "You know I'm proud of you for finally dumping Brian fucking Larson on his non existent behind. How's a guy going to walk around all pride and prejudice with no damn ass. It's not even flat! The damn thing caves inwards. I didn't even think that was possible!" Leave it to Macy to turn this into a joke. She wasn't wrong though. Even us girls love a man with ass. Not too much ass but ass nonetheless.

~ CARA ~ “…so, I mean, imagine this: Rig is standing there, naked, with his mouth open, and his mom’s staring at him and he goes, “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” And we’re all rolling.” The passenger seat of the car, I was laughing so hard my sides ached. “Stop. You have to stop. I’m going to cry and ruin my makeup,” I gasped. “You should. You don’t need all that crap on your face,” Mack said, his eyes bright and smile more relaxed than I’d ever seen it. He turned to wink at me before turning back to the road.

Chevy brought out the ointment from his pocket, and began applying it on the surface of Fallon's knee. "Ouch" Fallon muttered. "Sorry" He said gently, blowing air into her injured knee. Fallon looked at him as he did that, and smiled. Kent look at the ointment in his head as he headed for Fallon's room. He was about to open the door of her room, but stopped halfway, when he heard Fallon laughing from inside. "You're so funny Chevy, can you stop dancing that way?" She said laughing. "I'm a descendant of Micheal Jackson's family" Kent could hear Chevy's voice from inside.

I should have shooted a video of Mr Kingston on that situation with a hash tag. #I just ripped ceo slash mafia king's pants. Oh! that sounds too vulgar. I cluchted my tummy and laughed so hard. He might be covering his ass with his palms to get inside his room. The sight was so funny. It's fun to annoy the CEO slash mafia.

He was laughing uncontrollably, and there was no mistaking the sheer, outright mockery in it. "Hahaha... oh my god... I can't believe you actually... you actually did that! I can picture it! The mighty, fearsome Bloodmoon Alpha, reduced to—what was it—some desperate gigolo? Locked outside like that! Hahaha... this is hands down the funniest thing I've heard all year!" See? That's Marcus for you. Expert at pinpointing my weak spots and stomping on them with absolute glee. "Marcus," I said evenly, cutting through his obnoxious laughter.

“And that guy’s some important mogul taking the helm of a bullish company? Mate, I don’t think its upward growth is gonna last any sooner.” “Dude thinks that just because he watches some action superhero movies on Netflix or Disney+ or something, and he’s suddenly a superhero of his own right! Haha, you can’t make this sh*t up!” Every member of the Northmob Council was seized by laughing fits. They did not try to hide their amusement and scorn behind any pretense. Some even laughed so hard that tears were rolling down their cheeks.

Saying this I stood up and went inside to take my things and then leave for the office. Coming out of the Mansion I saw my chauffeur,Mack, is ready to take me to my office. He is like a good friend to me always with me wherever I go. I went there and sit inside my latest Bugatti and Mack ignited the engine. "Today you are looking in a very Jolly mood. What's the matter boss." he said sarcastically with a playful smirk. "Not today Mack. I am not in a mood to endure your silly jokes and teasing comment. so, spare me okay." I said to him because I don't want to use my harsh word on him.

I might have lost my strength and muscle, but I still knew the moves. I could work with that. At the sight of my fighting stance, Malcom cackled, slapping his palm against his knee like he was watching some 1980s comedy show. His eyes gleamed with amusement, his curls bouncing with every movement of his head. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure, his laughter fading into the walls of the empty crematorium as he smoothed out his suit. "I can’t deal with this comedy show," he exclaimed, shaking his head as if he had just found himself in the most amusing situation of his life.