Funny Narration Novels & Stories

Chapter Fifteen First Person’s Perspective Belle He was laughing on the recording, very relaxed and loose ljke he was telling a funny story over drinks, which was exactly what he’d been doing, he and his fellow psychopaths I stopped it “Marcus Webb’s birthday party” I said “You had a lot to drink and someone just happened to have had their phone out” I tilted my head “You talked…a lot, for almost ten minutes and you seemed very proud of yourself”

Despite myself, my thighs pressed together, and heat flooded my core. What is this? "Little guy seemed bored cooped up inside, so I took him for a walk in the backyard to see the birdies," Ronnell explained, a hint of amusement in his voice. He patted Nathan's chubby tummy playfully. "If his drool levels are any indicator, he thoroughly enjoyed it." A choked laugh, laced with a touch of hysteria, escaped my lips. This whole situation was beyond bizarre. "He drooled on you?" I managed, my voice shaky.

“I still can't believe that I pulled it off…” I felt awesome narrating my ordeal to Michael. “For a couple of moments, I was thinking that I had been in an actual car crash.” “Oh wow…” he said with a sigh. I had begun the narration with an unspeakable enthusiasm, but my enthusiasm was soon dropping as I was getting disappointingly low-energy responses from his end. It was beginning to get quite uncomfortable for me, as I was beginning to think of what I could have possibly done to make his mood fluctuate that much.

Vincent pov I laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

--- Nobody spoke. Noah clicked play. --- For several seconds, nothing happened. Just static. Soft background noise. Then movement. A chair shifting. A glass touching wood. The tiny sounds of someone preparing themselves to speak. And then— Jasper. --- Not CEO Jasper. Not keynote Jasper. Not boardroom Jasper. Not the carefully constructed version of him that existed in public memory. This voice sounded tired. Human. Alone. --- "Well." A small laugh followed. Dry. Amused. A little sad.

Lyra sipped hers. Big mistake. Her face contorted like she’d just licked a lemon made of lava. “Why would anyone willingly drink that?” she gasped. “Because,” I said, grinning, “it makes everything seem funnier. Watch.” At that exact moment, a man tripped over a bar stool and fell face-first into someone’s nachos. Lyra giggled. The sound was music. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Comes with the territory.” ---

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

They almost shook their head frequently . "Either Micheal or Samuel . One of them would be a better narrator of the can story but let's say we just got lucky . " Mera explained in a low tone and she held a apple and a knife peeling the apple. Nancy looked uncomfortable and was looking away ,every passing seconds.

I narrated. "He's good!" She cackled. I let out an exaggerated exhale. "Whoo! Girl it's fire when get down." I muttered suggestively. "I don't even want to know." She snickered even more. "You shouldn't." I smirked.

“I might not have read your script, but with the way you spoke about it, I'm pretty sure it's brilliant and it'll do brilliantly well.” My gaze lifted to see him stunned with his eyes wide opened like I had told a ghost story. He blinked, then smiled. “That's actually quite encouraging. Thanks. I guess you're not that weird after all.” I scoffed. “I guess you're not that tough after all.” Several minutes later, we were still seated, having a great conversation. He narrated a story where he almost got beaten to death after pretending to have a gun so he could scare away some robbers. Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily