Hilarious Dark Humor Novels & Stories

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

With nothing in mind, he laughed shamelessly! "Hahahaha! Fucking idiots, you two! Hahaha!" "You two are Idiots? How come you have to wear that! That is the wearing clothes of female animals! Hahaha!" "I don't know my friend is this Idiot Haha! Haha!" Dick mocked this out loudly while laughing. Of course he knew to the core about Darkness having him wear that clothes! "....." The "two idiots" which Dick called is boiling from anger. "Oh, oh!" Dick exclaimed.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

"Exquisite. I could easily be bribed to attend every one of your gallery openings for intel like that. I’ll even offer myself as a subject for your next portrait. Nude, of course. For the sake of art." My face went hot, a deep flush staining my neck, but for the first time in weeks, I felt a genuine, belly-deep laugh erupt from my lungs. His dark, irreverent humor was like a tonic, stripping away the layers of mourning I’d been wearing like a shroud. He was exactly the predator I needed to chase away my ghosts.

“What does that mean.” Darkun said nothing. He laughed instead. Not the laugh of cruelty or triumph, which would have been easier to place. The laugh of someone watching something they had long anticipated arrive exactly as expected, the private satisfaction of a very patient person. He sat in it for a moment and then he stopped and looked at us with the same composed expression he had worn since he arrived. He stood and crossed the room.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

“HAHAHAHAHHA!” “I can’t believe our alpha is so…. HAHAHAHA!” “WEAK! HAHAHAHAHAH!” It was Augustus who continued Amadeo’s words, bursting out in laughter all together. Even Theodore was chuckling embarrassedly, hiding his laughter but his face says it all. He’s laughing at Dark too! “ENOUGH!” Dark slammed his hand on the table again. But fortunately, it didn’t break in two anymore. He stood up, his face as dark at the Northern stormy skies.

He scoffed instead of giving me the right answer. He was placing his one hand inside his pocket, gesturing about his classy attitude! He was laughing for sure, but I couldn't feel any purity behind those giggles—his laugh was dark! It looks like he doesn't laugh at all. Oh my goodness, Merry C'mon, grip yourself over this man! I'll cut the nonsense and come to the point. "We'll die if we stay here!" "What?" His dark giggles stopped, and he looked straight into my eyes!

"All pale and transparent." I laughed. "Boo hoo," I said, smirking. Her expression twisted in confusion. "What is wrong with you?" Oh, she was actually being mean. I really needed to get a grip on this pack’s humor—it flipped from dark and sarcastic to nonexistent in the blink of an eye. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were joking," I said. "Considering you look like a joke, I didn’t realize I was supposed to take you seriously." Oh, it was on.