Funny Mcqueen Novels & Stories

He sputters then laugh. “What’s so funny?” I give him a flat look “Jeep” he sounded insulted “It’s a G-wagon” he corrects. “And why is that something to laugh about?” He doesn’t answer still laughing. Irritated I glared at him “You’re so annoying you know that right?” He just keeps walking mumbling something along the line of how can someone call this beautiful beast a jeep? I only asked because I noticed the car waiting for me in the driveway was a different one this morning. It used to be a black Mercedes’

But I hear scrambling. “You look happy,” someone says. “He looks stupid,” the other person says. I place a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Mace looks up from the carrier strapped to my chest and pouts. I place a finger over my lips to shush him. “Probably got some pussy that’s why he’s smiling. My man is pussy whipped. Look how happy he is after getting some pussy.”

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 am not.” ‎“You are.” ‎“I’m not.” ‎The cabin sways slightly as the wheel starts moving again. ‎Mikhail makes a low, strangled sound. ‎Then he leans over the side. ‎And throws up. ‎I stare. ‎Then burst out laughing so hard I almost fall off the seat. ‎He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at me. ‎“Shut up.” ‎I can’t stop. ‎“You just puked off the side of a Ferris wheel!”

Michael beat his chest proudly yet Marcus only chuckled. Michael didn't like Marcus's reaction. He stopped fuming and glared at his boss. "What is so funny about that?" "Nothing," Marcus simply said and walked to the exit of the yard. He has had enough of Michael's drama. "Nothing? My car got practically wrecked there!" Michael followed Marcus pointing back at the car. "Look Michael, shut up!" Marcus hissed and turned to look at him. Michael opened his mouth, taken aback by the turn of events. It was the first time that he had seen Marcus seriously pissed off with him.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

I could see everything from our dorm to the track and we were so far up that the boys looked like ants. "This is amazing!" I said in excitement He smiled as he pulled out his meal while sitting on a giant rock "I'm glad you like it." I quietly sat across from him upon another rock before I began devouring my meal. "Damn you really do love McDonald's." He laughed "Mick Dicks is my shit!" I said between fries He chuckled "You're really funny." I smiled "Thank you, I'm glad you asked me on this date, I'm having a lot of fun."

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” I frown and lean forward slightly. “Come on man. Don’t be such a buzz kill.” I snort, shaking my head. “You sound so much like McCoy now.” Back in our crew, we were the hotshots, the ones everyone wanted to get to know. And there were those who were our polar opposites. McCoy was one of them. He used to be an absolute pain in my ass, constantly telling me I needed to work hard and prove myself as a Naval officer and how we needed to stop drinking and clubbing if we wanted to live long. Then there were his bad jokes. Terrible actually. Jokes that should never see the light of day but he made a habit of telling them. That kind of bullshit.