Hilarious Character Novels & Stories

She shouted trying to wiggle her way out with a laugh. How could she be in that position and still be laughing? Was she that stupid? Who gets so drunk that they can't even help themselves? I'll tell you. Siana, that's who. It was a view that had him on the edge of bursting out in laughter but that wasn't him. No matter what he was always able to keep his kool but this time she was challenging his humor. He swallowed hard trying to push back down his laughter as Siana fought her way up. She watched him fade into a full on crazy laughing mode. The evilness echoed in his laughs. How could he sit and watch her in that position yearning for help, avoiding her cries for help?

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and gasped, “Okay, okay, okay! No more Archie names!” He stopped. But I couldn’t help myself. “…Richie Rich?” The tickling started again, with me alternately shrieking and screaming out cartoon character names – “Mr. Magoo! Yogi Bear! Boo Boo! Huckleberry Hound!” – until I was a crying, laughing mess. “Stop, stop!” I screamed, and he stopped immediately. I wiped the tears from my eyes. And, I swear to God, I couldn’t stop. “…Woody Woodpecker?”

"Oh, I thought I could hold back my laughter, but I couldn't bear it anymore, hahaha." Shiyu and Qiushui were even more annoyed. If Samuel hadn't reached out to stop them, they would have rushed over and chopped these bitches into minced meat. "Is it that funny?" At this time, Samuel couldn't help frowning. "F*ck, this idiot even asked me if it was funny, haha!" "Damn it, what a stupid man! Damn it, I've seen a pretentious person, but I've never seen such a stupid person. He is the Chief of the Mysterious Man Alliance? Oh, I'm so funny."

She said while covering her eyes causing her grandmother and brother to burst into fits of laughter. Her mother saw the lizard on the knob of bathroom door and glared her son. "You burhannnn!!! Just save your self from me" She screamed and ran after her extra naughty brother. Her mother shook her head at them. Haris's POV I am Haris Abaan Sheikh people, a ruthless and most successful businessman. People around me shiver whenever they hear my name. My friends call me a great womanizer cause I just strip and fuck those ducklings who throw themselves on me just for the sake of fame and that shitty money. I'm a bad boy I admit but now this author is exaggerating I'm not that bad😁.

“They’re detaining some of my contacts too.” For several seconds I just stared at the wall. Then a laugh escaped me. A real laugh. A loud one. A full on belly laugh. One that came from down deep. The harder I tried stopping it, the worse it became. There was simply too much wrong with everything he just said. Ralph was a complete idiot. An absolute professional idiot. By the time I managed to stop laughing, my eyes were watering. “What is so funny?” He sounded genuinely offended.

He smiled a small, blunt smile as he looked at the ground for a few seconds and then gave me a semi-sarcastic look: Was what I said so funny? I kept laughing until I calmed down a bit and said between my laughter: Yes, you still keep throwing these unbearable jokes! Just stop it.. He laughed faintly: You're right not to believe me, you have a right to.. Then he takes a few steps and adds, furrowing his eyebrows: Charlotte, I'm serious now and I'm not joking.. Marry me! I continued laughing faintly and then muttered sarcastically: How long will this comic dialogue continue? He exhaled boredom : It seems that I am very funny ..You are

He laughed at my question exposing old rotten teeth. “I am Rafiki,” he said with a grin. My burst of laughter echoed through the jungle. The old bastard had said the name of the exact character he had reminded me about. He had said that was his name. The name of the same baboon he had a splitting resemblance with. I laughed harder. I could see he wanted to talk but my bouts of laughter denied him the opening to speak. He waited patiently as I made sure I had my fill. Finally, my laugh dwindled to just mild giggles.

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.

Derek, the real Father Christmas was down to just the pants and hat now, grinding against a laughing bachelorette party while they screamed and waved twenties. The club has turned to another show. Mr. Harlan stood beside me, arms crossed, watching the show with an amused, detached smile, the kind of smile that said he’d seen wilder things in his life but was happy to let the kids have their fun. Every time he laughed at something ridiculous on stage, the sound rumbled deep in his chest, and I felt it in mine. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Not at the stage. Not at the crowd. At him.

“Where are you going too? He asked when he saw Hilary standing. Hilary raised his brows , “I beg your pardon? “You don’t have to be looking serious every time, after all you need to be jovial for Rachel to like you”. Hilary murmured, but it was clearly heard by Harris, who gave him a deadly stare. “What did you just say? He asked angrily. “Just rubbish, don’t mind my words bro”. Hilary laughed nervously, as he gave him a puppy look, which somehow calmed him down.