It's Called Dark Humor Novels & Stories

The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely. "Have it your way." Summer said with a shrug pressing the button again, but this time holding it down longer. On either side of her Reggie and Taylor laughed as they watched the man convulse and eventually wet himself. "Look at that Reg!" Taylor laughed pointing. "He pissed himself." "Hilarious." Reggie laughed wiping a tear from his eye. "I suggest you talk buddy, our boss can be ruthless." "Will you talk?" Summer asked. "Wouldn't it better to just go ahead and tell us rather than going through this?"

he remarked with a playful tone. Luna responded in a confused tone, "What do you mean?" "Your name is Luna, meaning moon, and you're beautiful. It's like calling you a beautiful moon. How can a beautiful moon not have attitude?" he explained with a smile. "Just shut up and go away," Luna said, and he left without uttering another word. Then she pushed the bathroom door, and it opened. She washed her hands and cleaned her dress with the wipes that were available in the bathroom Descending the stairs, Luna noticed everyone was dancing. While on the staircase, she scanned the crowd, attempting to find the guy, but he wasn't there. The thought crossed her mind that he might have left the party d

Christophe whipped back with sarcasm. “That’s a good idea,” Lara slung back at him bitterly. “And maybe if you’re very lucky you can find a whore in the bar because clearly, that’s the only kind of woman you’re accustomed to!” she completed with the shrill edge of hysteria in her shaking voice. An electrifying silence fell. Christophe dropped her arm as though she had burned him. Beneath Lara’s distraught gaze, he had tautened. Dark color had highlighted his blunt cheekbones.

“I already assigned Drick there… we’ll go another time.” He even made a pitiful expression, like a child who didn’t get what he wanted. Roxane laughed and tapped his shoulder. “Seriously, Dark. You’re such a big man, but you act like a kitten.” “What do you mean kitten?!” Dark protested playfully, winking. Roxane’s eyes widened. “H-hey! I didn’t mean it like that! Your mind is going somewhere else!” “Hmmm…” Dark frowned, clearly holding back a laugh. “You sound guilty.”

They’re almost invisible in the gloom… and unfortunately, there are a lot of them. “Circumstances preclude me from telling you my real name, but you can call me Epicurus. Like the philosopher, I’m a man of refined tastes. Unlike him, though, my tastes are somewhat… unusual. Compulsions, you might say. They’ve been entertaining the last few years… although recently, they’ve led me into some very dark territory. Very dark territory indeed.” The voice is both terrifying in the horrors it implies… and irritating in its arrogant self-regard.

He said so I looked at my drawing and laughed. "I'm sorry God bless." I said, he laughed. "You need to rest, tomorrow your plan will come true." He said. I smiled and bowed. "I don't know when we'll meet again after this, but I'm glad to meet you." I said and turned to him. He turned to smile. "I said did you like me?" He was joking so I laughed. "You're too versatile Dark, you need to sleep too." I said. "I'll bet, we're really the ones for each other." I laughed even harder at what he said.

It was said in a mocking tone by Dark. “Not so much different from home.” I stopped staring at the mass below and watched as Rosa gave him a weary smile while nodding her head. I then continued staring at the mass below. Dark cocked his head to the side to examine the mass. “Same drinks, pussies, except humans must be tight as hell,” I said, and Rosa cut in as Dark sipped his drink in amusement. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still here.” Right! No pussy talk in front of Sis.

, She asked, as I replied to her by nodding my head with an excited smile on my face. "So.. how does it taste?", She asked as I took a small portion of the stake on my mouth. "Well.. what do you think? Well.. How should I explain it? I'm quite disappointed.”, I kidded with her as I found it quite funny to look at her disappointed expression. "I’m joking, I’m joking. It is beyond delicious! Really!", I exclaimed. "Phew.. that's a relief. You! Do you find it funny?", she shouted.

WOLVES AREN'T SCARED OF THE DARK. Fear of the dark is not fear of darkness itself but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by darkness. There was only one person why it was illogical and spurious for a wolf to be scared of the dark; because wolves were the thing in the dark.

“HAHAHAHAHHA!” “I can’t believe our alpha is so…. HAHAHAHA!” “WEAK! HAHAHAHAHAH!” It was Augustus who continued Amadeo’s words, bursting out in laughter all together. Even Theodore was chuckling embarrassedly, hiding his laughter but his face says it all. He’s laughing at Dark too! “ENOUGH!” Dark slammed his hand on the table again. But fortunately, it didn’t break in two anymore. He stood up, his face as dark at the Northern stormy skies.