Hilarious Dark Humor Novels & Stories

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.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled his own plate closer and began eating like the classless woman I was… Damian wiped his lips and looked away coldly but I couldn't care much about him as I cleared both plates of pineapple rice and also ate all six drumsticks and only then was I satisfied… I let out a large berge in a disgusting manner.. “ Now that's more like it..” I leaned backwards and began rubbing my extremely full stomach in a delightful manner… Damian looked like he was about to puke as his face suddenly turned pale.. I guess he was a neat freak… “You classless woman!” He stood up immediately and walked towards the bathroom and only when he was outta sight did I burst into ripples of

And if I wasn't in this position, I might have been proud of myself for that. I watched his eyes go dark at my response. I had clearly hit a nerve. Mentioning his dead brother directly to his face had done something I hadn't planned on. But then a loud deep laughter came out from his lips. It didn't sound like a normal laugh. It sounded like the ones you heard in horror films, the ones that kept you completely still, the ones that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Except this wasn't a film. This was real. He was real. This room was real and I was tied to a chair in it and he was laughing at me.

But that wasn't all, I had something to say to 'Mr stupid talk'. "And you think your words make you appear funny or smart? You're just a coward." Wait a minute. Did I really just say that? Jeez. I wanted to hold back from saying more, but I couldn't. "Making fun of someone in need of help? You think you're still a kid?" I laughed humourlessly as the guy looked at me in embarrassment, and what looked like anger. "In case you're yet to realize it, you're here for a job! You're looking for a Goddamned job! You're grown already, man. Act like it." I shook my head in disbelief as everyone remained silent. Good. Just then, the dark guy walked back inside the hall where we were sitted, with another

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

I wondered what was funny about this situation, but there was nothing funny about it. "You're hilarious." He said, "Just know that you're going to be starved until you will be taken to the gallows. Not everyone usually gets the luxury to have a parting meal before being killed, but just pray you get one. Prisoners don't wat anything here, especially the evil ones like you, not even dead rats. You will starve until your eyes go into their sockets!" He taunted before slamming the compartment close again and burst into laughter. I couldn't understand why he was being happy. It was just so strange seeing someone like him.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

I am very real, and I have the money to prove it. Shine: How do I know you are not a serial killer? I read the news. Girls are getting killed on islands and lured into traps by men like you. I am not trying to end up on the headline. She cringed as soon as she sent it. Dark humor was her defense mechanism, but it usually turned people off. She wished she had not sent that message.