Humour Novels & Stories

Marc slid his fingers together as if trying to work out a complex puzzle. "Okay. Let's try this a different way. Boys are so damn complicated." "Fat, wicked and complicated. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?" "Why haven't you called her?" His mother picked up her cup, seeming to ignore his silly bantering. Humor was the weapon of choice for him - it always was. Anything that made him uncomfortable or feel out of place and he would reach for humor every time. He leaned over to blow at the top of his drink, the steam lifting the smell of chocolate into the air. He breathed in deeply, knowing that his mother was going to keep after him until he completely spilled.

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

Olivia exclaimed and finally looked up at the Walkers, as if she just noticed their pres Her gaze locked with Emily, that was looking at her with her eyes glowing. Olivia waved her left fingers at the girl, before looking up at the old couple. "Hi! Enjoy the event Mr and Mrs Walker." She said and looked at Max, who wasn't staring at her direction any lo "And you too, dude." She added and that's all. She returned to browsing her p Mrs Laura Smith gave an awkward laugh, "I'm so sorry for her method of greeting. She woke up in a bad mood today." She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

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 asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

Not rejecting the truth. Understanding it Theodore suddenly kneels beside me too “Also humans cope with trauma using humor.” Everyone looks at him. Theodore shrugs awkwardly “What? It’s medically relevant.” Shockingly The Unmade pauses “Humor…” The word sounds foreign in its voice. Theodore nods seriously “Yeah. Sometimes existence is so horrifying you either laugh or emotionally combust.” Eryndor pinches the bridge of his nose “That is the worst explanation of humor I have ever heard.” Theodore points immediately

Humour has been known to diffuse anger. The simple act of laughing at annoyance can greatly diminish it. These facts raced through my head as I stood dumbfounded at what Raine just said. “Maryna?” she tilts her head innocently as though confused as to why I’m quite speechless. The Omegas — from my peripheral view, lightly slapped their foreheads at the lady.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

Then I think about how Seth and Eliza turned out and wonder how the hell gentle parenting skipped them entirely. “I’m not saying you are,” I tell her. “You’re old enough to stand up for yourself. And not let anyone give you sh—” I catch myself. “A hard time. I don’t have friends who get off on making me feel like crap.” “But I’m not upset!” Lucille argues, indignant. “They’re just jokes. Pranks. I actually have a sense of humour, Liam.” I frown. “Does your sense of humour include drinking toilet water? Or having your Gatorade swapped with mineral water?” I level her with a look. “You break out in hives when you drink that stuff.