Funny Sarcasm Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed on the counter. Jenny. I smiled despite myself. {You alive} Her typing bubble appeared almost instantly. {Excellent. Sarcasm means function. I’m coming over in twenty. Don’t put a bra on if you’re still wallowing.} I laughed under my breath before I could stop myself. {Please never phrase things like that again} {No promises. You need rescuing.}

They were so light that I felt I could see right through them into his soul, but at the same time, there was a mysterious film that blocked me and everyone else out. Shifting my gaze shyly to my lap, I answered, "Light blue. What is your favourite colour?" "You cannot ask me the same thing I asked you." My head snapped up. "But-" He was shaking his head in disappointment. I bit my lip, looking away as I pondered what I could possibly ask a man like Armani. After a few moments, he sighed. "I like red, but not for the reason you may think." Humour rattled my insides. "Not because it's the colour of your enemies when they bleed?"

I can just imagine my stone cold expression while looking at him. My sarcasm couldn’t help but show up when I was trying to suppress my annoyance towards the demon prince of gluttony. “Yeah, sure.” Again. That was meant to be sarcasm, a habit that I usually do when I am fed up with the demon brothers. However, it did not occur to me that Belzzebub might not have gotten used to my sarcasm yet. “Knock the lights out of this dumb bird.”

And remember, you won't be able to complain the next day about how I'm going to leave you. Hearing that statement, Sara felt a cold sweat break out on her dorsal back. This man had taken Sara's little joke seriously. Without thinking too much, she answered him. -Love, are you bad? We have a deal, remember? Tonight, you can do with me whatever you want. This, that I just told you, was a simple joke, a small, harmless joke. But, it seems that, you are taking it too seriously, I would have to take it, more lightly. Maybe it's because you are taking everything so seriously that you always have a frown on your face.

"Mr. Sterling shows Maeve a level of care and respect you will clearly never understand." "Papa, don't," I said, gently touching my father's arm. "There's no need to explain anything to him." I turned to Rhys. "Rhys, don't bring up that childhood betrothal again. It was just a joke made by the dons over drinks. It was never real." "Those were your words. Are you taking them back now?" Rhys opened his mouth, but no words came out. "The answer should be obvious," I said, standing up. "It was a joke then, so let's not pretend it's serious now."

Just great. “I…uh…I wasn’t referring to you, or anyone here,” I said quickly, trying to recover. “I said it out of instinct. When I see someone I dislike.” He nodded slowly, then said, “Well, I’m sure they must be a real asshole for you to feel that way.” I couldn’t help it, I almost smiled. It was strange, being sarcastic at a funeral, but his tone wasn’t sharp or angry. More… intrigued. Observing.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

"I'm perfectly okay." Sadly, I failed to detect the sarcasm

Another round of grumble blessed my ears and when the complaining words ended with that tone of annoyance mixed with sarcasm, I cracked up again and harder. “Emotional and you?? Good joke.” I laughed while holding my stomach. “Haha, very funny…” sarcasm dropped off the words as N spoke. “I know, right!!” I teased, breathing between the good laugh I have Suddenly a thought surrounded my mind and I couldn’t help but smile only at some memories that were similar to this and certainly were the best of the times of my life. Remembering the good old days when such banter was more often… when laughing and jesting was the most common thing between us. I was pulled out of our halcyon memories when N