It's Called Dark Humor Novels & Stories

“Sometimes, I wonder if you're truly just six years old.” Lydia shrugged. “I get that a lot.” The man thought for a moment, then said quietly, “Call me… Dark.” “Dark,” she repeated, tasting the name. She squeezed her nose and turned to him, her brows furrowed. “Are you evil?” Dark quickly said no laughing. “That's like a nickname my friends call me.” “Ohhh,” Lydia mouthed. Then she stuck out her hand, small and sticky. “I’m Lydia.” He took her hand, his rough palm swallowing her tiny one, and something in his chest cracked.

Why call me nerd every damn time ? I hated that word !! “None of your damn business, dumb fvck,” I replied, the anger coming from somewhere else. He smelt like oh gawd, did he sleep with the entire female university population here ? “Wow, you called me dumb. That is the joke of the century,” Lex laughed out loud while slapping his knee dramatically. Drama Queen, ughh !

He sits on chair beside me and look at what I have made. "Chiara told me that you have prepared lunch. Won't you tell me what you have made." He asks looking in my eyes hopefully. "Arancini and osso buco alla millaese." I reply and start eating again. My hands stop when I hear him laugh. It is not a smirk or horrible laugh but a laughter. My forehead becomes knotted. Why is he laughing? When he looks at me and see that I am looking at him confused he stops. "Tesoro it is called osso buco alla milanese not millaese."

I asked. “Why are you asking? Bring these.” He said so I just shook my head and chuckled. “You’re seriously asking me to bring that? Aren’t you the guy?” He raised his brow on me, “Choose; you’ll bring these or I’ll carry you?” he asked so I did what he said. This thick-faced guy sure doesn’t know how to be ashamed. “It’s good that you agreed right away. Let’s go and it’s almost dark, nanny.” I frowned at what I heard, “What did you just call me?”

His tone was softer now, but his eyes remained piercing, searching for the truth she struggled to keep hidden. She nodded. And then he laughed, throwing his head backward and laughed like he had heard some kind of funny joke. But his laughter was without humor, hollow and dark—something very dark. The haunting sound of his laughter filled the dimly lit room, devoid of mirth, each echo like a chilling melody that seemed to seep into her very bones.

But that wasn't all, I had something to say to 'Mr stupid talk'. "And you think your words make you appear funny or smart? You're just a coward." Wait a minute. Did I really just say that? Jeez. I wanted to hold back from saying more, but I couldn't. "Making fun of someone in need of help? You think you're still a kid?" I laughed humourlessly as the guy looked at me in embarrassment, and what looked like anger. "In case you're yet to realize it, you're here for a job! You're looking for a Goddamned job! You're grown already, man. Act like it." I shook my head in disbelief as everyone remained silent. Good. Just then, the dark guy walked back inside the hall where we were sitted, with another

He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

She yelled before walking away with her heels hitting the floor violently. I shook my head as I chuckled heartily. These siblings of mine are just too hilarious, especially Ramona. I know her type so well. They are rapid to condemn and make one feel less of themselves, but when the table is turned against them, they feel like ending their lives. Suddenly, I heard the sound of hands clapping behind me. Immediately I turned towards the direction of the sound and I discovered that it was Dark all along. “What are you doing here?” He curved the corner of his lips in a smirk as he walked up to meet me.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I'm shocked at how easily my temper rises around this jerk of an animal. "Oh Olivia Henderson,how much fun i had since,the look on your face was priceless"He kept laughing. "What in the name of fuck are you talking about?"I asked. "You've been Pranked"He kept laughing stupidly. Whatever was making him laugh was something i definitely wasn't finding funny. "Pranked?I don't understand"I furrowed my eyebrows. "Ok...let me put it in more simpler terms to your brains capacity"He started. Did he just call me dumb?