Hilarious Dark Humor Novels & Stories

He put forth, tone defiant. Her head jerked back in disbelief. She was definitely wrong in thinking he could not handle a joke, rather, he was very witty to know how to make it bounce back with a more sophisticated dark humor. "This is a joke, right?" She quickly clarified because no one knew what could be going on in his head and considering his hatred towards her, she shouldn't be too relaxed with that joke of his.

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

Why do you think these things are kept safely in the dark? Simple, The dark provided peace, and no expectations, that's why you see some people prefer to shove their secrets into the darkest part of themselves, and then they tell the world that there are some secrets better left unsaid, cause truth be told, if you bring these secrets out of the dark and into the light? You should be prepared to say bye to peace. Take Mr. Geffrey for an example. If his wife walked right in here at this very moment, she would most definitely scream her heart out, and then go home crying.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

He frowned all the time and only laughed when something tickled his fancy. When he was frowning you know he was mad, whenever he laughed you know he was in a good mood. Unlike Nathan. What you see wasn't what was real. Nathan laughed all the time, but she could see the depth of darkness in his eyes. She could see how shallow his mirth was. He was a dark, dangerous man and she always felt like his laughter was him pitying everyone around him, because he knew that once he let loose, no one would be able to stand.

Darkous laughed, taking a long draw of his cigarette as he raised an eyebrow, seeming to control his increasing humour. “Don’t begrudge a man for his occupation, besides that shits fun.” His brother chuckled as he lit a Cuban cigar, taking an equally long draw. Darkous shook his head in amusement, unable to disagree with his brother as he spoke, his tone light and bubbly. “I have to be honest brother, that shit is fun.”

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

“With heels?” “Oh my God, you’re so annoying, Eliana! Don’t make me remember it. I hated myself at that time.” I rebuked her, I was about to be caught. She laughed hysterically at me which made me more conscious. “What are you laughing at? Not funny, El!” “Your face was enjoyably uncomfortable.” “It was the same when you called me in your cabin,” and I got unknowingly raped by an anonymous. She gave a last giggle and stopped still, “What do you mean?”

"What's funny about this I muttered my hands akimbo as I stared coldly at him trying to be cold at him but I later end up laughing his mouth agape as he stared at me" "What?, Do I have bed bugs on my face or why the stares I mumbled not feeling comfortable with the way he stared at me". "I don't know they have such a beautiful daughter like this with their arrogance and rudeness he said and I laughed out loud that my lungs hurt." "Sir, you're so hilarious I don't know my parents are arrogant and pompous but anyways am sorry about that I muttered as I bow my head he raised my head his head and he smiled at me".

And then, almost reluctantly, he started laughing too. It wasn't joy. It wasn't relief. Nor would I dare say it was the kind of laughter born of despair. We were two people mocking the absurdity of the situation. He tried to resist, shaking his head and muttering, "This isn't funny," but the corners of his lips betrayed him. Soon, he couldn't stop laughing either. It was that ridiculous, uncontrollable laughter that arises when life plays the most absurd joke on you. We laughed until our sides ached, until tears blurred our vision, until the weight of the revelation transformed into something strangely light. For a moment, we weren't cousins, or friends, or enemies of fate; we were simply tw