Novel & Cerita Funny Sarcasm

She said sarcastically while her friends are laughing mockingly. "Oww really? Then why are you here? Are you also a bitch trying to make fun with a bitch like me?" Sashi replied with so much sarcasm. She also heard the ghost Clark laughed behind her hardly. "What did you say? You really is a slut! You didn't even have any regrets that you're the reason why Clark is lying in a bed now! Because you're such an attention seeker!" Larah's voice echoed in the covered court. Sashi is already pissed. She gritted her teeth before facing Larah again.

I asked him. “What's so funny?” he asked, irritation laced in his voice. “You're so funny, uncle. Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't go into comedy.” sarcasm dripped as I spoke. “Your highly respected Karl Palmer has been arrested and you are here laughing. What's so funny?” “Why would anyone dare to arrest Karl Palmer? Can't you just think of anything else that could sound real?” he spat. “You know what else won't be real to you? Your life in jail,” I countered.

He laughed as a response to what I've done to him. "What's your problem? Do you really think that she's about to scold us?" He burst into laughter. I felt as if I was too slow to not realizing that early. "You're annoying more than words allow me to express," I said and furrowed my eyebrows. "You're so paranoid, you jumped to conclusions. Don't blame me if you are easily deceived. To be honest, that was unplanned, I don't think that you're gonna buy that one." His voice laced with sarcasm. He shook his head as if he was disappointed. I sighed loudly in frustration.

I said. He laughed mockingly. “You really are shameless. Aren’t you even intimidated by me? I mean, most people who talk to me, most of the time are formal or intimidated. I can’t even joke around because my sarcasms are taken seriously, sometimes it’s quite annoying. I’m getting sick of it.” “Really? That’s how plain your world is? Oh god, I prayed to have the same status in life as yours but I didn’t know you were this boring. I’m sad for you,” I even scorned.

I narrowed my eyes as I shot him a sarcastic smile, “You really love seeing me annoyed, huh?” He chuckled, shaking his head with a grin, “You really are something, Kathrina.” “Yeah, you bring out the annoyance in me,” I uttered sarcastically, putting up air quotes in annoyance for emphasis. “Okay, sorry. Sorry.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again—he was still laughing, and I don’t even know why he finds me being annoyed funny! The last time I checked, I look pretty scary when I’m annoyed. Plus, he was just purposely doing it, it was definitely pissing me off.

It was a sound completely devoid of humor - harsh, bitter, and slightly unhinged. The laughter echoed through the empty apartment, bouncing off bare walls and creating an eerie, hollow effect. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and pain. "Very good, Aria. You're really something special, aren't you?"

Sarcasm laced every single word. Harlow let out an uneasy laugh; she had to agree, he was the most harmful person she'd ever met, but it wasn't like Harlow could do anything about it, at least she had thought that until now. "Yeah, a real keeper. Don't you think?" Harlow replied. "Oh, most certainly." With her own form of sarcasm, Mia said, "When did the dreams start?"

Crayvin's brows furrow as he retorts, "Does your ass ever get jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?" I smirk, trying to cover my irritation, but I'm pretty much translucent. He probably knows how much he irritates me. "Nope, it's just sarcasm, honey," I say with my innocent voice, before adding, "But I apologize. Sarcasm just happens to fall out of my mouth like stupidity falls out of yours."

However, I don't miss the sarcasm in his voice and the curl at the corner of his lips. I want to deny it. To say that was nothing close to fun. If anything, it made me uncomfortable. It made me feel all the wrong things that I shouldn't. I know damn well what he was talking about even without him being too obvious. “Yes, it was so much fun.” I respond sarcastically, keeping it subtle so that my mother doesn't pick on it. I thought I had run far enough but-it seems like I can't run far enough from him. He’ll always catch up with me…

“Oh, it’s not nonsense. You’ve got it written all over you. That whole ‘I’m trying to act like things don't affect me , but everyone can tell’ vibe? Yeah, it’s loud.” “Wow,” I deadpanned. “Your people skills are truly next-level. Have you considered motivational speaking?” “Thought about it,” he replied, completely unbothered. “But I’d probably have to work with people who don’t throw my sarcasm back at me. Where’s the fun in that?” I groaned, throwing my hands up. “Why are you like this?” “Family trait,” he said with , gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “Grandma bakes cookies, I specialize in charming sarcasm for beautiful ladies. We all have our roles.”