Novel & Cerita Hilarious Dark Humor

Told you, that girl is dangerous. Max, however, couldn't control himself. He started laughing like a hyena. Heck! Why was his laughter so contagious? Before, it was just Alex but now that I think about it, I think all bad boys when they laugh, they make people start laughing too but well, it might be just me who thinks that. But then again, maybe it's because they rarely laugh and when they do actually laugh, they sound so much like the villains in comedy movies whose laugh are like big HA HA HA HA ! See, I told you, it is so funny. I bet you're currently laughing right now. Since he was laughing his ass off a bit too much, he slump down on the floor and hugged his belly tightly. I know it h

The Lord was laughing. The sound was completely devoid of humor, sharp and echoing, filling every square inch of the dark chamber until the air itself seemed to rattle with it. It was the laughter of someone who had just seen the punchline to a joke no one else understood, or perhaps the laughter of madness itself given voice. The Sigen lords instantly froze, their arguments dying on their lips. Gregory dropped his hand from the rail as if it had burned him, stumbling back a step.

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

“You put it on every day before the uniform. But some things manage to pierce through.” That was when they discovered a peculiar, dark humor that only those who flirt with danger every day can cultivate. They started laughing at things that would horrify an ordinary civilian. Vick told him about a thief who tried to escape by jumping into a trash can and got stuck. Devon laughed about a situation where an angry cat attacked the crew during a minor kitchen fire, making it more dangerous than the flames themselves. They laughed not because the situations were funny, but because the absurdity was a necessary release valve. It was a secret language of survivors.

Jon admits. “You know what? I don’t either.” I open my eyes, looking around the dark room. I can’t see Jon, and even if I roll over and look him in the eyes, his expression will be hard to read. It doesn’t make sense, but there’s something safe about the dark. It hides the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts. “I say things like that with sarcasm and dark humor, but it’s not really funny, is it?” “Sometimes you laugh so you don’t cry.”

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

His tone was softer now, but his eyes remained piercing, searching for the truth she struggled to keep hidden. She nodded. And then he laughed, throwing his head backward and laughed like he had heard some kind of funny joke. But his laughter was without humor, hollow and dark—something very dark. The haunting sound of his laughter filled the dimly lit room, devoid of mirth, each echo like a chilling melody that seemed to seep into her very bones.

“Don’t fuck this up by laughing.” He laughed harder, and I caught the side of him no one ever saw. HJ never really laughed, not like this. He’d momentarily lost the dark side of himself—the empty, hollowing side that sucked at your soul when he looked at you—and appeared like a genuinely carefree guy in his twenties.

The dark circles were concealed and I couldn't have asked for more. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the kitchen to find my two oh-so-flaming-hot bosses preparing breakfast. The smell of pancakes engulfed my senses making my stomach to rumble loud. Their heads turned and I did the most stupid thing in life. "That wasn't my stomach. It was probably a motorbike downstairs!" I thumbed in the window direction. They stared at me for a second before they looked at each other- then busted out laughing. Great! Just great! But wait, did I mention that Hardin's laughter was the best? Man that guy was going to be the death of me. I wasn't used to the bright and laughing Angry Bird. But when he