Hilarious Dark Humor Novels & Stories

He mused out loud, his voice filled with amusement. A sudden, breathless laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sheer absurdity of his comparison broke through the heavy, dark fog that had been suffocating me all afternoon. It felt strange to laugh—truly laugh—after eight days of endless nightmare, but Earl had this bizarre, magnetic ability to make the heaviest room feel light.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

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.

“Already did. Ignacio looked at me with doe eyes, making my skin crawl. A man should never be able to pull it off so flawlessly. Heck, even some women were no match for his doe eyes! “It’s the party lover! Don’t do that dumb thing! It’s disgusting.” “The kind of disgusting that makes your heart flutter?” He fluttered his lashes for effect. I made a face. “No. The kind of disgusting that makes my blood run sour.” That comment only made the man laugh. Sometimes I don’t get his sense of humour. Despite being the chirpy kind of character, Ignacio had some really dark and morbid fascination. His sense of humour often made others uncomfortable. The last time he cracked a joke, everyone laughed onl

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorb

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.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

He didn’t answer. He just looked at me. And then. He laughed. Slow at first. Deep. Rich. That dark kind of laugh that wasn’t funny at all but still sounded like it came from somewhere inside his chest, like whatever was going on in his head had officially short-circuited and now he was just laughing to keep from snapping. I blinked. What the fuck?

But the frowned turn to laugh all of sudden when I saw how his smile faded. "Why are you laughing?" He then sighed like a child. I didn't know grim reaper can be funny like this. How I wish to see Saint pouting like this. Maybe that's more interesting. Damn! I can't imagine. "You are ridiculous." "Tsk! Everyone's tells that." "Great, at the list I'm not the only one"

He's laughing so hard he has to press his hand against his mouth to contain it, his shoulders shaking. It’s not a happy laugh, It's the sound of someone who's finally snapped, who's seen one manipulation too many and can't process it anymore except through hysteria. Everyone stares at him like he's lost his mind. Maybe he has. "This is fucking hilarious." Gray says through his laughter, rubbing the rim of his champagne glass. "GRAYSON!" Edward bellows, his face turning red.