Ironic Funny Novels & Stories

The irony wasn't lost on me, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. This was the same man who had called me vicious and malicious. And now, he was calling me kind-hearted? Irvin was stumped by the sight of me laughing. However, he seemed to have realized something and quickly returned to his senses. "I'm sorry, Emi. I…" He trailed off yet again. He wasn't good at apologizing, so he didn't know what to say. He also felt his apology would be pointless. The more he thought about it, the more foolish he felt.

He looked calm as though he was talking about a trivial matter. "Well..." The dozen or so Dark Iron Wolf Dark Races were all stunned. "Haha!" Next, the dozen or so Dark Iron Wolf Dark Races let out loud laughter. "Human, do you know? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!" An Iron Wolf laughed with tears in his eyes. He held onto his stomach as he laughed towards Lucas.

He asked. His eyes carried a sort of desperation I'd never seen before, it was cute. A quiet laugh slipped out, I couldn't help it. “What’s so funny?” Owen snapped with a big frown. “Just… irony.” I shrugged. “Irony?” I rested back on my chair, a rare smirk curving up my lips. “Because I seem to be dealing with a similar situation.” Owen’s eyebrows shot up at once. “Wait, you? Is that even possible?”

She clutched her side, trembling, as the laughter came—shrill, sudden, unstoppable. "Ha… hahahaha… hahahahahahaha!" A few heads turned. A few guests stepped back. The sound was unnatural. Not of grief. Not of madness. Something worse. ‘Irony.’ It wasn't mourning. It was the bitter, perfect hilarity of fate. Of plans unraveled by someone quicker, crueler, closer. Someone had taken her vengeance from her—and she hadn't even had the chance to try. "Enough." A voice, sharp as flint.

I teased, but regretted it as soon as the words were out of my mouth, thinking I might have gone too far. Nonetheless, I saw her battling a smile. He denied, but changed the downcast expression to an amused one. —You know, I like this ironic side. Very few people have the ability to use irony for a joke. Feel free to do it more often. I do it all the time," she accepted, hugging me. He sighed after a few seconds and said, “Your ex is going to try to help me. That is an irony. She smiled, and I joined her, because she really was a big one.

“I’m not interested in going out with you. I already did before. Wasn’t that enough? Can this honeymoon be over already? You’re so pesky.” “I’m someone who loves having fun so let’s not see this as a honeymoon but a vacation...you know.” He shrugged. “Still not interested.” “C’mon, just see it as a vacation with me.” “A vacation with you sounds awful.” “Fine, see it as a vacation with yourself.” Abruptly, the two of us burst into laughter. “Awwn...isn’t it forbidden for Iron Lady to laugh?” I immediately closed my mouth. “I wasn’t laughing.”

"Mr. Sterling shows Maeve a level of care and respect you will clearly never understand." "Papa, don't," I said, gently touching my father's arm. "There's no need to explain anything to him." I turned to Rhys. "Rhys, don't bring up that childhood betrothal again. It was just a joke made by the dons over drinks. It was never real." "Those were your words. Are you taking them back now?" Rhys opened his mouth, but no words came out. "The answer should be obvious," I said, standing up. "It was a joke then, so let's not pretend it's serious now."

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

“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.

You can't stand the thought of resigning, so you're stirring up customers to cancel, trying to bring down the company! Lily caught on, and her voice rose to a shriek. "Yes! It has to be you! No one else could reach all the customers! "Janice, you're just cruel. You'd go this far to get back at us, doing something that hurts everyone, including yourself!" I stood in the elevator, watching them lose it. I could not help but find it a bit funny. I did not say a word in my defense, just calmly watched the elevator doors inch closed, their shouts cut off, leaving me in peace.