Hilarious Character Novels & Stories

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."

He bowed deeply and shouted, "Chairman, please spare my life! Chairman, please spare my life..." As Zhou Hailong's assistant, Ma Ming understood Zhou Hailong's cruelty better than anyone. Zhou Hailong was a man who ate people without chewing their bones. He was known for being cruel, merciless, and second only to one person in the Royal Entertainment Company. Ma Ming knew that he was finished. Definitely!

*** [Xyna] My character is very showy. She is a happy-go-lucky person. She's free to do whatever she want (well, except on loving Vince). Unlike me, I can't laugh with a light-heart, I just don't feel the urge to laugh even in a funny estate. It's not that I don't laugh, I still laugh...but with sarcasm. I'm not like this before. If only that hadn't happened, tsk! Every time I remember that days annoys the hell out of me. I hate them!

“Woah” was the first thing Ginger said when I told her everything. “Yeah..” I drag. What I didn’t expect after that was her laughing. Huh? When she noticed my questioning gaze. She said, “Oh.. I’m sorry..” Wiping of a tear. “But man.. Your life is much more complicated than mine” She chuckled. Really? Am I really that hilarious? Come to think of it I think I should get a reality show or something. I could be famous and earn a huge load of money. Like the kardashians. Except it’s all about me. Cool idea.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

Moreover, Hilda had been talking to one earlier. Hence, he smilingly said, "Dog's can't change their nature of eating feces. It's not a big deal." The 9th Old Master had personally spoken up. No matter how uncultured or vulgar the joke, everybody else had no choice but to accept it. Therefore, they laughed with him. Only Hilda looked like she was crying through her laughter.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

"You're late." I roll my eyes. "I'm aware," I mutter. "You know you should get a job as an alarm clock. You're annoying as shit and all you're good at is screaming." Hilary's lips curl upwards. "You forget I also give good hea—" "Lalalalala! I didn't hear it!" She throws back her head and laughs, slapping my hands away from my ears. "Never thought I'd see it... a prude stripper."

My husband had been very busy with work recently. We did not want him to miss out on his son’s birthday, so we decided to celebrate it at his office. I decided to cosplay as my son’s favorite Marvel character as a surprise, which required me to put on a heavy and stuffy onesie. The moment I stepped foot into the office lobby, I saw two familiar figures—Jared Carter in an expensive suit, with Isabelle Jenner hanging delicately from his arm. He did not seem to have changed over the past three years.

THIRD PERSON Sofia sat behind her desk, legs crossed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet office. Her laptop was open, but not on any document. N*****x ran in full screen. Some ridiculous comedy series, the kind she would have once called trash, but today she couldn’t stop laughing. She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, eyes half on the screen. “Oh, come on,” she muttered to herself, laughing when one of the characters tripped over a cat. “You idiot. How are you even still alive?”