Hilarious Dark Humor Novels & Stories

She leaned into Dark’s ear, whispering with a tone dripping in warning: “I swear… you’re dead. You might give birth before I do, out of fear.” She smiled sweetly after, like nothing happened, while Dark stood frozen—not sure whether he should laugh or run. “Whahahahahaha!” Dark’s loud laughter echoed through the room, like he was in a comedy bar instead of a dramatic scene. Even the maids flinched—one nearly dropped her tray in shock. Dark’s parents looked confused. Levie? He frowned and shook his head. “Don’t leave my wife!—I mean… I just want to go to the bathroom!”

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I’m satisfied with my train of thought until I saw someone in the room. The man is talking. I want to say that I can’t hear anything and I don’t understand what he’s saying cause my head is also spinning but… how should I tell him? He started to say his words through actions and I tried hard not to laugh because his face is also changing. He bent his head and put his hands forward while slouching, the most hilarious thing is that he let his iris upward, acting like a zombie. Then I laughed.

She consoled herself with that idea. Over the last few months, she realized that he has a dark sense of humor. As they both work in business, there are a lot of things they can talk about. Mostly, she would come to him with a news about another corporation or organization. They rarely engage in topics outside of their career. He would use sarcasm when talking about the mistakes other companies have made and would predict a slew of dark things if they don’t get their shit together. She hasn’t found what tickles his funny bone yet. She would see him smiling, slightly, on any given day. But he rarely laughs. Okay, scratch that. He usually laughs at her in the bedroom, to tease her.

“What?!“ Richard Tyson had his fist clenched in boiling fury. “It was Ursula. I think this is one of her schemes to have me pander to her every sexual whim.“ Arthur spoke with much assurance, narrating in detail his encounter with her earlier. “That scheming witch!“ Richard rasped. His fury was evident in his blue eyes. “Wait till I get my hands on her.“ “Ursula's one thing. The press is another. How could they buy a story so absurd as this?“ Arthur threw the crumpled magazine in a waste bin. “How could they not?“ Richard retorted. “You're one absurd personality. Your absurdity clicked perfectly with the story's.“ Richard gave a fake beam, rubbing at his jawline. “Are you trying to get me ca

“It’s not your parents. Look harder.” Their laughter is deep and dark, like Satan screaming vinyl-toned messages through “Helter Skelter” played in reverse. The creatures' open mouths spin like turntables. Inside, are black holes.

He asked, his eyebrows raised and his lips pulled up in a frown. "What sort of nonsense are you talking about?." I said and coughed, I was embarrassed and ashamed of myself. Was I so obvious? How did he noticed? How can I be so careless to the point that I need to ask know about this how can I be so dumb so stupid oh gosh I hate myself right now I must be very stupid to make this kind of mistake. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. He placed his hand on the table nod his head. "You are very obvious. " He commented and smirked.

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

“I didn’t know you had such a talent for entertaining the staff. Are you trying to become the court jester now?” His words hang in the air, filled with a malevolence that is hard to ignore. I feel a sense of discomfort creeping over me, my previous laughter fading into a nervous unease. Lucien’s dark humor has a way of penetrating my defenses, unearthing the hidden fears and vulnerabilities that lie beneath. As his grin widens, his amusement becomes palpable, feeding off my discomfort like a predator reveling in its prey’s unease. It’s a chilling reminder of the power he holds, both physically and psychologically.

I narrated with a croaky voice that definitely made me sound like a homicidal maniac. Billy's eyes opened wide as he stared at me catatonically. "Please stop!" He pleaded in fear. I laughed hard as I knew that I'd gotten him good. He sneered at me contemptuously as I mocked his discomfort. "It's not funny..." He protested. "Actually it is... Maybe you're just too nerdy, that's why your brain can't process dark humor." I shot at him. Proud of myself for successfully terrorizing him, I turned the chair around and leaned back while I watched him.