Novel & Cerita Kickass Humour

His fingers drummed against the windowsill, the rhythm growing faster, betraying the unease he refused to name. His warriors, known for their flawless tracking skills, scoured every inch of land. Yet no matter how many warriors or hounds he sent out, they all circled back to the same place—the abandoned well. His frustration boiled over as he paced furiously around it, refusing to believe that the corpse inside was mine. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he snapped his fingers. "I see it now! She must've used a Burrowing Technique—that's why the hounds keep leading us here."

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

Instead of cowering down in self-pity it made her stronger, which I loved. Layla giggled at Katie's comment. Layla seemed to be well mannered and basically blushed at our direct comments and filthy mouths. It was so cute corrupting her. "Yeah Katie, you tell her. Stick it to those ass...holes." I giggled as Layla struggled to say asshole like it was such a bad word. Fine! "Fuck them." I said, throwing my shorts on my bed. As I was about to put my dress on my door burst open.

‘The other is in the brown wolf’s shoulder. ‘Nice.’ Katie laughed. ‘Okay, all I need you to do is run towards the warriors. I’ll disable the grey and kill brown.’ ‘Can you do all that?’ ‘I don’t think you’re in a position to doubt me, are you Cass?’ ‘Geez fine, I was just worrying. You’re injured.’ ‘Aw, worrying about me now. Maybe you do have a crush on me.’ ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Nah, you’re not my type. Too useless.’

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I just laughed because of all their silliness. "Cheers" Cassandra uttered as she raised her glass filled with juice. Ayesha and I did the same thing. I also changed the whiskey I was drinking with juice because I am planning to go back to Xenoah's house today. "Cheers to the dicks we can't have right now" Ayesha mumbled as our glass clicks. "Ayesha!" Cassandra and I shouted. The coquette just laughed at the two of us. "Pussies" she commented while still laughing at our reaction.

Knowing Cass, I knew it was probably not something done deliberately. I had even gotten a text from Neil, from Cass' phone, calling us Eskimo brothers, the insensitive bastard. And then a video later, in the middle of the night. It was Cass' cute face on a pillow, seemingly sleeping. Then, from above, shot a fountain of cum all over her face, making her giggle. Needless to say, that one video was plenty of... material.

"I'd pay really well for you to satisfy my foot fetish." "For five dollars I'll put my foot up your ass." "Painful and drastically overpriced." "You like the pain." "Not in my ass." They both laughed, and a short time later they left the suite to interrupt Krispin during his favorite past time.

I asked the dobber with deride and a cackling sneer. “Is this the best you can do? My grandma hits better than that. Did your little slapper teach you to hit like this, like a pansy? Oh, I just got an idea. Why don’t you carve out some new misspelt essay with your little shiv? That misspelt written diarrhoea was a bigger headache than your pathetic attempt to hit me,” I taunted the fool between fits of hysteric cackles while splattering Noosha’s little bitch with new bouts of blood that flew out of my mouth.

“Leo! What’s up, Babe?” He grinned, “Did you know Kpop fans pick the oddest body parts to get horny over? They are like,” His voice changed into a high-pitched hysterical girly voice, “Look at the back of Oppa’s knees! Kyah! FUCKING CHOKE ME DEAN OPPA!” There was a pause. “Uhm, was that a joke?” Leonidas laughed instead. “You’re so slow Babe, I swear. You’re supposed to laugh at that.”