Novel & Cerita Icarly The Joke Is On You

Dad said trying to make mom calm down "How can I calm down you heard the doctor we need to find the money in a month how are we going to do that.." mom said exasperated while I looked on. I won't be able to live passed 18 years. That's just ridiculous " hahaha." I burst out laughing startling everyone. " this is a joke right?" I asked. My eyes fixed on Nico he was the prankster in the family " No princess it's not." Mom said with teary eyes.

Rohan who had been introduced as Jay's older brother said, then winked at her. "If wishes were horses." Sana said. "And I don't want to be on the same team as you, you disgusting man child." Charlie snapped. "Oh baby, you know you want a piece of this." He leered. "I don't know who's more gross, Warren or you." Sana shuddered. "Hey! What did I do?" Warren protested. "Better check your pocket for used condoms." Charlie laughed, Jay and Sana joining in. It must have been some sort of inside joke, but with how leaky these people's mouths were, I was sure the rest of us will know all about it before the day ended.

Cara's POV "What ?" I asked, my eyes wide as i tried to let it all in. He just shrugged in return. I almost chocked on my saliva. Oh god. I took in a deep gulp of air, "Please tell me this is one of your jokes." I said. He shook his head with a smile, "Sadly, no."

My father and brothers were still fighting bloody battles on the border, and I hadn’t waited for Haydn to come back and tell him that I loved him. April: Bella, are you okay? Me: Yeah, I am okay. How about you? April: (depressed, lying down) No, I am not okay. Me: Hmm... let me tell you a joke. April: What joke? Me: We're still alive. April: Is that it? What kind of joke is that? April angrily scratched the ground with her two front paws. Me: Haha, April, you don't look cute sighing with your head down. You are cool with your head up.

“Hmm?” “If you keep talking like a LinkedIn motivational speaker, I’m going to throw up all over your father’s car interior.” He turned, blue eyes dropping to my face. “My joke was good.” “Your joke sounds like it was raised in a boardroom.” “That’s slander.” “That’s autobiography.”

“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.”

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

After the first five rings, Kyle took my phone from me and switched it off. I was seated on the couch, Kyle beside me. I stared blankly into space as memories of the night replayed in my head. I wish I had never gone to that stupid party. "Wanna hear some good jokes?" Kyle smiled. I shrugged. "What do you call a sleeping bull?" He asked, smirking. "A bull-dozer." I replied bluntly. He pouted. I heard Chris' car pull up in the driveway. It wasn't long before Chris made his appearance in the living room.

Anderson's Smart Watch, which was now used in time manipulation was waiting anxiously to be fastened around the wrist. Anderson turned around, casually, then asked with a sarcastic smile, “Quick quiz, in what year did Mrs. Simpson, AKA my mum, die?” “I never believed Anderson could make up a joke with that, he could beat one who casually joked about his mum to stupor and yet this?” Harrison said with wide eyes to Joce. “There's a reason for everything, I guess,” she replied. Turning to Harry, she said, “It's called a ‘time joke’, right Andy?”