Gen Alpha Humor Novels & Stories

"If not me, then who?" Before I could answer, he smiled proudly. "I made it." "I'm amazing, aren't I?" "You compliment yourself too much," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I thought Alphas were supposed to be humble." "Who told you that?" Genaro laughed softly. "We should be humble when it matters." "But people should also remember who's stronger." There wasn't any arrogance in his voice. That was the strange part. He believed it naturally. Like it was simply the way the world worked.

There was actual excitement in his expression now, bright and open and almost embarrassingly sincere, like he had already accepted parenthood as a core part of his identity overnight. Honestly, it was beginning to raise concerns about his intellectual credibility. Was this really the same terrifyingly competent billionaire who could solve impossible problems with one phone call? Because right now he sounded like someone who had inhaled too much serotonin. I stared at him for a second before answering dryly, “Technically speaking, she’s only capable of saying ‘woof.’” For one second, Julian blinked. Then realization hit him all at once. “Oh my God,” he said, suddenly laughing under his breath

He asked, arching his brow as he glanced at me. “I don’t want you to think I wanted to be with Jonny. Honestly, I can’t even look at him without getting angry since he looks so much like Daniel, and Daniel is responsible for the virus that put my mother and the others on life support.” I frowned. “And trust me when I say that any time I had to fake flirt with him, I was holding back the urge to throw up,” I added. I wasn’t sure how he would react, but the rich full-body laugh wasn’t at the top of the list. I love his laugh. He looks even more attractive when he’s laughing.

Cray bragged. “Sure, sure,” Genad said as he rolled his eyes, a tiny smile appearing on his face. “Are you being sarcastic now? And stop with the smiles, your fans over there are dying,” Cray said as he pointed toward the group of people passing out from the impact of his smile. “Hahaha.”

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Lucas glanced at Dos. Dos was stunned. He had not expected Lucas to be able to speak in such a situation. "Boy, it's interesting that you're so calm and collected." Dos looked at Lucas disdainfully. Lucas shook his head slightly and said slowly, "Do you know that you're just like pests to me?" "Hahaha!!!" The Genetic Fighters from the Chevor family of the Grand Elder burst out into laughter after they heard Lucas' words. It was as if they had never heard such a funny joke before.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

Human. “So,” he said after a moment, “the assumptions you made on page twelve… explain them again.” I launched into it, gesturing as I spoke, more animated now that I was fed and focused. Halfway through, I made an offhand joke about the market behaving like a stubborn child refusing to cooperate. To my surprise, Adrian laughed. Not a sharp, humorless sound. A real laugh. It caught me so off guard that I stopped talking mid-sentence. “What?” he asked, still smiling faintly.

“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.”

Juke grumbled under his breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I think we all know about your sense of humor Juke, it's only there when it's at the expense of others." Paul's voice carried a wry note from the back seat. "Tell us, have you ever laughed at yourself when the joke is on you, and not what you've done to someone else." "Why would I laugh at myself, that's just stupid? If something someone says upsets me, how can I find humor in that?" The genuine confusion in Juke's voice made Dale's heart twinge.