Novel & Cerita It's Called Dark Humor

“What?!“ Richard Tyson had his fist clenched in boiling fury. “It was Ursula. I think this is one of her schemes to have me pander to her every sexual whim.“ Arthur spoke with much assurance, narrating in detail his encounter with her earlier. “That scheming witch!“ Richard rasped. His fury was evident in his blue eyes. “Wait till I get my hands on her.“ “Ursula's one thing. The press is another. How could they buy a story so absurd as this?“ Arthur threw the crumpled magazine in a waste bin. “How could they not?“ Richard retorted. “You're one absurd personality. Your absurdity clicked perfectly with the story's.“ Richard gave a fake beam, rubbing at his jawline. “Are you trying to get me ca

I stated the obvious, as though he'd understand the words coming out of my mouth if I talked less. “I've seen my fair share of assassination and this isn't one of them.” He snapped his head to the door as if someone was standing there. His jaw ticking. “Might just be a daylight robbery attempt…” the strength in his tone lessens, “so you don't have to worry?” His fair share of what?! Is that supposed to calm me down?? I gestured for him to pause. “Is that…is that supposed to calm me down?!” Is he fucking serious right now? Is this the right fucking time to suddenly have a dark humor?

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

There was definitely nothing amusing in the situation. “You know.” Daniel said as he wiped the tears from his eyes from laughter. “There is a popular saying that goes like this : when the doctor is sick, give him a taste of his own medicine.” “What are you talking about?” Luke frowned. Daniel faced the door. “ You can come in now.” He called out.

she asked, and I smirked, knowing Marlene was too embarrassed to say it. “Well…” she trailed off, cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I gave her mental pictures that were R-rated. I’m pretty sure Miss Blackwood here understands them perfectly… isn’t she?” I asked mockingly. Marlene walked out of the class. I tucked my hands in the pockets of my formal pants and joined her outside. ⸻ ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ To say I was pissed off was an understatement. I was way more than pissed. The fact that arrogant guy was leaning against the wall, hands tucked in the pockets of his formal pants, made it even more frustrating.

I wasn’t going to do anything to take the smile off her face. We were sitting and starting to eat when Derek said, “all right little girl, what is churning in that head of yours.” I suppressed a snort because Eve blushed. I called Beth my little Beth, but I would probably totally embarrass her if I did it in front of anyone else.

He put forth, tone defiant. Her head jerked back in disbelief. She was definitely wrong in thinking he could not handle a joke, rather, he was very witty to know how to make it bounce back with a more sophisticated dark humor. "This is a joke, right?" She quickly clarified because no one knew what could be going on in his head and considering his hatred towards her, she shouldn't be too relaxed with that joke of his.

Killian teases and the tension eases slightly. I'm sure there is something I am missing in this interaction, but I choose to remain as nothing but a spectator right now. "Maybe I will. Does Madelaine have the intention to remarry after we bury you?" the men both share a dark chuckle as if this was the best jocke ever said. To me, this feels like the worst possible dark humor. I strain a smile and Demetri shakes his head lightly, before bowing gently with an apologetic look on his face.

"No, it is not about what he said, but he is right; I always seem to carry some sort of darkness in my wake." "If you think you are 'darkness' then what am I?" He asked with a smirk on his face and though I tried forcing down the smile, I failed. "Then you would be Fifty Shades Darker." "Funny Lena. Very funny. Can I ask you a question?" "Yeah?" I answered, cocking my eyebrow.