Ironic Funny Novels & Stories

"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.

The more I laughed, the more annoyed Irla became, "Human, what kind of ill deed are you planning that makes you laugh like that?" The thought of Irla in my head made me laugh even harder than I already was, perhaps it was all the alcohol we drank before taking off. 'Irla, have I ever told you that you have a gruff rasping voice? Have I ever told you that?".' Irla roared low, "Is that all you're laughing at? Just my voice? Oh, my word! Stupid Human!" Irla said. A short time later, I spotted Irla flying low over my castle in the distance, and I was exhilarated to see it. To say that I was excited would not begin to describe how I felt.

“Arya, at this time, shouldn’t you be comforting me? Instead, you are actually saying I am mentally sick.” “I clearly said…… both of us.” Sophia laughed again. “Yes, normal women are mentally sick.” “What about those not normal?” “Those not normal don’t have any illnesses.” Arya smiled. “Soph, why do I think your words make sense when your words are illogical?” “Because you are mentally sick!” The two women laughed. “Actually, what is so funny with those words? However, I still think it’s funny.” Arya pulled out some tissue paper and wiped the tears that flowed after laughing so much.

Without streetlights, the woods seemed to press in on us. In two miles, turn left… Siri said. “She’s just too damn cheerful,” Will muttered. “I know, right?” I responded, hunching my shoulders. “Isn’t there a funeral Siri?” “Maybe hearses get her.” He tapped the glowing screen, clearly trying to find some less chirpy setting for Siri. I laughed. Then I felt bad for laughing. Uncle Jake was dead. Still, the laughter kept rolling out of me until I was holding my sides and hysterical. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sobbed and laughed at the same time. It was super weird.

Me: Lol Dane: I’m glad you find this funny. Me: Are you telling me you aren’t laughing? Dane: No, baby girl. I’m not laughing.

His chest rises and falls unevenly, like he’s trying to steady himself, trying to rein in something darker clawing its way up. I laugh at his words. The sound that leaves me isn’t soft, It isn’t amused but It’s harsh, and sharp enough to cut, hollow enough to echo in a mocking tone and completely humorless. It scrapes up my throat like something broken, something forced out of me rather than given freely. The kind of laugh that doesn’t belong in a room like this, doesn’t belong between two people who were once… something else. There’s no warmth in it, No softness. Just bitterness and disbelief. Because the irony of his question, the irony of him asking me that hits harder than anything else

“… is unsettling.” I couldn’t breathe. Another deep laugh erupted from somewhere inside me, so powerful it bent me over slightly as I grabbed my stomach. “Goddess…” I wheezed. “I forgot…” I struggled to inhale. “… how funny you actually are.” Zayden smirked. “Don’t get used to it.”