Gary Giggles Novels & Stories

Gianna Giggles ricocheted off the walls, bright and breathless, until the room felt too small to hold them. “Oh my god, Gia, my stomach hurts,” she gasped, half-laughing, half-groaning as she smacked my arm with weak hands. Her weight pressed into my side, warm and careless, and the floor felt cool beneath my palms as we rolled. “You’re crushing me, move,” I shouted, but the words dissolved into laughter before they could sound serious. My ribs ached, my face burned, my lungs begged for mercy.

Logan immediately understood my state and came for the rescue, holding my head securely. “Oh lord,” he mumbled. Out of blue, I started giggling uncontrollably. I don’t know why or how, but Logan’s concerned face looked funny to me. The way his face was hovering over me from the chair with that open mouth seemed comical and thus I couldn’t stop giggling. His concerned face immediately morphed into confusion as he noticed my nonstop giggling. “What are you laughing at?” Logan chuckled with me. I shrugged my shoulders before giggling again.

Great. So I do what any rational woman would do, I give up. I slide my dress back on sans bra, and of course, I’m busty, so now it’s a whole problem. My boobs are jiggling with every tip-toe toward the door, and just when I think I’ve made it out, he lets out the softest, tiniest fart. I stop in my tracks. My eyes widen. And then I giggle. Like, full-body, shoulders-shaking, silent giggles. He’s too hot to be real, and now he farts like a Disney prince? I’m dying.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

“You think this is funny?” “Of course,” Garrick chuckled, leaning back slightly though his movements were sluggish. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen the mighty King Ronan look like his world ended. I should die more often.” The audacity of him. I clenched my fists, torn between throttling him and collapsing from sheer relief. “Don’t joke about this,” I snapped, mistakenly letting a lot of emotions come out more than I had intended. He raised his brows, smirk softening into a more gentle smile. “I’m here, aren’t I? You look like you’ve aged ten years in the last hour. I thought I should lighten the mood before you fall over from the stress.”

Damon's face goes pale and he starts to pull back but then Garrett does something unexpected. He laughs. Not just a small laugh, but a full-blown hysterical cackling that echoes off the stone walls of the holding cell. It's the kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl and says someone has completely lost their mind.

I clearly didn’t understand it so there was no need for me to panic or whatsoever. I finally shrunk my shoulders and spread my arms in the open air “What’s funny, why are you laughing so hard?” I asked as I looked from my mate to Joan to the elder mother. “ what I need answers please. Why is everyone giggling? I didn’t say anything funny.Cassian what did you say to them? I want to fill in the joke. What’s the joke about talking to me?

"Then he likes to make crude jokes." Aaron glanced at the kids before mouthing, "Morning glory." He then nodded in affirmation, just as Angie's embarrassed face flooded with horror. Caleb massaged his forehead, hiding part of his face. His shoulders vibrated through laughter and the snort that came from him as he fought to regain composure, set off Aaron's paroxysm of giggles. Angie bit the insides of her cheeks as she shook her head in disgust at both of them. Her eyes flicked to mine. "Look at what we have to put up with."

“How is it?” “Now you care for my opinion,” she snarks. Her voice sounds so fake that it makes me laugh so hard and I'm unable to stop myself. “Stop laughing at me.” “I really love you Gigi,” I chuckle, my laughter dying down. “And I love you too, lollipop. Now play some music and let's get your ass dumped at camp.”

she giggled, beaming with pure joy as Miles’s soft form sent her flying in the air, again and again. Her giggles contagious as we all watched her, smiling of course. Miles exclusive, but! At least Mason seemed to come around as he smiled brightly at her, even laughing at Miles for a bit. Causing us all to join in, further displacing my little boy. So, I knew I had to step in at this point. “Someone’s 5-year-old today…” I sang teasingly, smiling as i approached Miles unhappy form on the floor. “I said, someone is 5- Years old… TODAY!!!”