Groan Synonym Novels & Stories

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

She laughed, the sound echoing in the empty room, "I'm glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor." "Ha. Me? Losing my sense of humor? They can lick my ass crack for all I care. Might just enjoy that shit though." "Okay, that went from funny to gross real quick," she groaned. "Funny, that's exactly what Grace says when it comes to my sense of humor." "You and her seem close," the woman mused, brows knitting together. Creases formed between her eyebrows and on her forehead. It was almost as if she had never seen what friendship looked like before.

I choke on a laugh. “Glary?” he repeats. “She gets that from me,” I say. “It’s her word for your face.” “I do not have a ‘glary’ face,” he says. “You absolutely do,” Jace says. Bianca nods. “Very glary,” she agrees. Sofie hums “glary, glary, glary” under her breath like a new song. I can’t help it. I laugh. It bubbles out of me, sharp and shaky but real.

“What kind of wrong way is that?” “The way that involves your gluteus maximus,” Sharon explains. She makes it about two seconds before she loses her even tone and her perfect poker face and bursts into giggles. “I’ll have you know this a serious occasion,” Granny chides, but she’s not being serious either. I can read her I’m holding back a smile so badly that my face is going to crack from seriousness look from a mile away. “It’s serious, alright,” I agree stoically.

"You stand tall, a symbol of strength and resilience, right here in front of those very people who once sought to bring you down." Giovanni, caught off guard by Grace's words, found himself unable to stifle a genuine laugh that erupted from deep within him. The sound filled the room, a mixture of surprise, relief, and newfound confidence. His eyes widened as he looked at Grace, his expression questioning. "What?" he managed to ask amidst his laughter, a mix of curiosity and astonishment dancing in his voice.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

“Jokes have owners, Grace! Do not try to crack one if you know you will do something contrary to what a joker can, and that is to pull a smile or erupt outbursts of laughter from people. That back there was not a joke at all, Grace!” I say that because if she was joining, that was a terrible one. She should know that she stinks at it.

she’d said. “Why on earth-” Gran had laughed, the sound sticking in her throat. The laugh becoming a cackle and then a cough, her skeleton fingers dragging a crumpled wad of tissue from her sleeve as the green spittle sprayed from her lips to land on her chin. “Dumb as shit and crazy as a loon.” And then she’d laughed some more. She’d slunk back to her room.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.