Knuckles Laughing Novels & Stories

“Get up,” I whispered. “Please get up, Misha.” Knuckles raised his arms and roared like a beast crowned king. He turned his back to Misha, laughing, soaking up the praise from his bloodthirsty audience. “You fucking see that?!” he shouted. “See who fucking win?! Me! That's me!” “Knock him out for good, Knuckles!” someone bellowed. “Break his fuckin’ neck!” I no longer cared how obvious my panic was. Please, get up, Misha. Get up right now.

I fake gasped and hit his arm playfully. "Hey." I laughed. "What?" I raised my eyebrows. "Why did you hit me?" He looked hurt, and he held his arm. I laughed at how bad of an actor he was. "You are a really bad actor. Do you know that?" He dropped his other hand from his 'hurt' arm and laughed too. It was a genuine laugh, one I had only seen a glance of one before coming from his perfect lips.

I wouldn't be surprised if several of the bones in my knuckles are cracked. Nino circled me. "You're good but you seem a bit rusty." Understatement. I am rusty. "Your kicks are strong," he assessed. "But you need to gain more muscle in your arms. You punched me a while ago and it tickled." "My punches don't tickle," I defended. "They tickle, Dylan and I almost heard it squeak too, like a rubber duck." My teeth clicked in annoyance. I'll show you.

"What? Why did you make that face?" "I just don't like the sound of crackin-" Before I can finish, he cracks his knuckles right in my face. I flinch away from him with a scowl. "Hey stop that!" I say, as he comes closer with his other fingers. "Oh come on doe boy, its not that bad, its actually satisfying if you give it a chance." "Noooooo!" I whine as he rips another crack. He continues to laugh until guests start filing out near our station, and we go back to our positions.

He asked, turning to face Killian who was now engrossed in his phone, knowing that Nicholas would never attest to that. Just as he had expected, he burst out laughing, threw his head backwards with his mouth agape, releasing a deep throaty sound that made them confused. While laughing so hard, he gave one big resounding slap of his hands like some sort of madman or a yukking narcissist, applauding his own magnificent sense of humor. Killian and Matt stared at him ridiculously, almost punching him hard so he could stop his stupid seal laughter which sounded like the fakest thing they have ever heard.

Every time our knuckles brushed, tiny fireworks went off in my veins. I was so doomed. And the worst part? I couldn’t stop smiling. Wait—what? Why am I smiling like an idiot? Cold face. Cold face. Professional. Ice queen. Do not grin at the murder king. I wiped the goofy smile off so fast my cheeks hurt. Then I heard it. Low, warm laughter. I whipped around. Kael was laughing. At me. Head tilted, eyes crinkled, the whole devastating package. Understandable. He’s crazy, after all.

I heard this nasty crack—yeah, that was his nose meeting my knuckles. Not exactly a symphony, but music to my ears all the same. "FUCK!" With his hands to his face, Griffin staggered back. "Shit! My nose!" Kellan burst out laughing. "Oh damn, she got you good!" Maia whooped loudly. "Atta girl!" I winced, offering an apologetic look. "You okay?" "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY?" he barked, holding his now-bleeding nose.

My knuckles connected with the solid wall of his tight abdominal muscles. “Fuck!” Macmillan burst out laughing, his face flushing red with amusement. “Why would you make me do that?” I groaned, shaking out my stinging hand. “Your punch was too weak, Aiden,” he said once he’d caught his breath. “If your fist had been properly formed, you wouldn’t be the only one feeling pain right now.” “Can you stop laughing? It’s annoying,” I muttered. But he kept chuckling. “I’m done.” I turned and stormed off across the sand, the grains hot beneath my feet.

I laugh till my leg slipped resulting in my poor butt landing on the floor, he glance back as he also burst out laughing at me. I grunted before managing to stand up in some little little pains, I hissed angrily starring at the laughing clown. “Damn your teeth are so dirty, I wanna puke seeing you laugh with it.” I said to him shutting him up. He looks so defeated he quickly turn and walk away gently, good for him.

I flicked Stellas leg and we both erupted in laughter. "What is so funny?" Kyle leaned forward in between our heads from the backseat. Stella looked at him, laughing harder. She bit her bottom lip when she giggled. But when she really belly laughed, she would cackle then go silent from laughing so hard that she could barely breathe. She wiped away some tears from her eyes then looked back at June, and giggled again, looking away to try and stop laughing. June yanked Kyles shoulder and his back slapped against the black leather seat. He shrugged looking back at her, still confused at the joke.