Novel & Cerita Humour Fiction Books

I glared at him, and he noticed it. “What?” he asked innocently but a smirk is very evident on his lips. “What’s funny?” I asked really mad. He raised a brow; amusement is in his eyes. “I am reading a funny book,” he said. My eyes went down to his book, and it was really scientific so why the hell a funny topic would be there? He’s annoying. I just rolled my eyes and walked out to find a fine book that I can read. I stopped in the history section and stared at the books and without noticing I am now smiling.

“You’re downgrading yourself, for my sake.” I shook my head. “It’s the truth. If I wrote a book, the readership would tear me apart because of my snide jokes and inappropriate content.” “I think people would love your humour.” I shrugged. “Don’t they always? So, tell me about your story.” The glimmer in her eyes was my favourite. Whether she was talking about her family or her love for writing, it was always there, lighting her face brighter than the stars.

There are history books, Psychology books, Biographies even novels. Like actual novels. My eyebrows lift slowly as my eyes glaze over some of the titles as I picked one and flipped over them. “Well this is deeply upsetting.”I murmur under my breath. “What is?”Mercer says his voice sounds amused behind me. “You being literate.”I say in a mocking tone and that earns me a low laugh from somewhere near the kitchen and once again the sound lands directly in my chest. God I love his laugh! It’s dangerous but everything about this man feels dangerous in the most unfairly attractive way possible. I pull one of the books halfway from the shelf before freezing.

Or maybe that was the only funny thing she heard from him ever since he spoke after they first met. Calming herself from laughing so hard, she tried to crack a joke. "Seriously, what are you? A dog with a twist?" Unfortunately, none of them got a sense of humor, as she thought, that not even one person in the living room bothered to move a muscle and let out a laugh. Rolling her eyes, she sat again with her legs crossed. "Fine, drop your fiction."

he sulked. "They'll help improve your vocabulary, Derek. Novels and story books are the best of all fictional works" she said with an air of pride. "Those are for old people. You say that because you read them" he chuckled. "No. I say it because it's true" she replied. "The characters in your novels are just too funny for me" he chuckled again. "Funny? What do you have to say about the ones in your comics? Busy shouting Boom! Kpow! Kachow! and all sorts of gibberish across the pages" she protested.

“You should stop reading fiction books. They are just fiction. They don’t teach you anything worthwhile.” Iva smiled at him because she knew that he was upset due to her book-reading habit as she wouldn’t let him get close until she finished the book. “Non fiction does inform the mind, but fiction infiltrates it. One gives you the maps of the world, while the other lets you wander through many worlds from your home. You should try reading some fiction as it sparks original thinking, Dear.” “Pfft, original thinking? How?” Gareth turned his head and stared at her. “Give me one good example?”

Elijah had been thinking about this for the entire ride back to Brooklyn, the subway rocking through its underground turns, the November cold waiting above ground, and the word funny repeating itself in his head like a small stone dropped into water, the ripples spreading outward. He was funny in the way that some people were funny — not performatively, not the social machinery of a person who needed to be liked, but the actual version, the kind where the humour arrived from the specific observation of a specific thing and landed because it was true. Vivienne had said: he could find the funny thing in anything. Not cruelly. Just precisely. Elijah thought about what that meant — the differenc

"But how did you get the supplies to keep clean? How many pairs of clothes did you have? Did you change them whenever you take a bath or did you wait till your old clothes to rip before getting another pair?" "Do you have a phone? How did you spend your time there? Do you know what F******k is?" One of the guys asked, leaning forward to look at me curiously. I tilted my head in confusion. "We didn't have many books to read there…but I did read some romance novels. My favourite is 'pride and prejudice'." I replied with a smile. They all went silent for a moment and then looked at each other before bursting into loud laughter. I stood there not knowing what they were all laughing at. My cheeks

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

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