Humor Books & Stories Novels & Stories

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Remember when I asked you for your opinion? Me neither” I said, as I smiled sweetly at him and walked off to the other side of the room. All the guys started to roll on the ground laughing. I have to say they sounded worse than a hyena. “I hear that there is a new app called sense of humor. D******d it bitch!” Danny snapped. I rolled my eyes. “You know Danny; acting like a dick would not make yours any bigger.” I pointed out.

before I strolled over to Desert and hoisted her over my shoulder and stomped through the trees leaving the sound of everyone's laughter behind us. "What are you doing? put me down pig" I smacked her bum just to annoy her "Don't call me pig" "Pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig" chuckling I finally let her down and pin her against a tree, "Now sweetcheeks, when are you gonna stop being mad at me?" "Never" "Thought so," I said as I moved her hair away from her neck and start kissing her, "What are you doing? stop" "No," I said kissing and nibbling along her jaw until shes breathless

Arnav suddenly found himself softening, a rare chuckle slipping through his lips as his younger brother hurled curses in his face. There was something oddly comforting about it. A ridiculous, biting humor in the middle of the emotional wreckage he’d waded through for weeks. The absurdity of everything that had happened lately began to settle into something bitterly humorous. How chaos could sometimes be the only tether to reality

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

This is proof we will never work out in any way. ‘I didn’t know you had a sense of humour or knew what a joke was? I am just amazed you even attempted something you clearly have no aptitude for.’ It’s sarcastic, cold and venomous. Back to juvenile and Mico slumps and buries his face in his hands with a long low groan.