Laugh Of The Day Novels & Stories

~Lyra~ She straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye, still giggling like she’d just pulled the world’s most expensive prank. Her laugh had that high-pitched, wheezy chaos to it — the kind of sound that came from the gut, like she was unhinged and delighted and fully prepared to emotionally destroy me before breakfast.

said Mateo coldly while pointing an accusing finger at a very happy Topaz who was holding Lily’s shoulder for support while laughing hard. “Anyways, it was really fun to watch” said Lily casually while bursting into laughter. “Are you done, already?” asked Elena, she somehow managed to hold her laughter after a deep struggle, her cheeks turned strawberry pink because of holding her laughter. If someone will toucher her body, she will actually burst into laughter. “I pray that it should not happen even with my worst enemy!” said Liam laughing his lungs out and tears of joy started falling down on his already pink cheeks. “Making me laughing stock for the entire college wasn’t enough that you

Leviathan whispers apologetically making me feel guilty for letting my bad mood spill out onto him. "Don't worry about it. I'm just irritable today. I didn't mean to take it out on you." I sigh releasing my hair from my grip. "I'll try not to be touching all up on you." Leviathan laughs that infectious laugh of his. The thing with leviathan is his laugh is more funny than the actual joke. So once he starts you can't help but laugh at his goofy laugh. I crack a smile holding back the urge to laugh at him. "Thanks." I mumble, returning my attention to my paper.

He caught me and laughed that soft addictive laugh of his, asked if I was okay, and I whispered, "yes." I still don't know what got him, but suddenly his laugh faltered a bit as if something caught him off guard, and he asked my name. He offered to escort me to class and skipped every single one of his classes that day to escort me to every one of mine. That weekend he took me sailing with a

“What are you talking about? “Brady is well-behaved. He would never say something like that. “You are the one who causes problems everywhere you go, making people laugh at me. You do not think about anyone but yourself.” The slap was loud. My head snapped to the side, and my left cheek burned white-hot, the pain bleeding into the throbbing at the back of my skull until it was all one thing. My ears rang. I could not make out anything he said anymore. The only thing still cutting through was that word, turning over and over inside the noise. Laughed at. Laughed at. Laughed at.

The small ones that might otherwise slip away into the undifferentiated mass of days. The first time she laughed in the pack house. Not a polite laugh or a social laugh but a real one, the kind that surprised her coming out. It was something Liora had said at breakfast in the third week and I had not heard the words but I had heard the laugh from the corridor and I had stopped walking.

Logan asked, smiling to himself. “Let me guess!” He continued. “The Wizard of Oz!” Logan teased as they both couldn't stop laughing. “You bet that's him!” Tom said. “Or her!” Logan added. “Cut it out, guys!” I said taking my gaze off whoever it was they were laughing at. “Ohhhhh!” Logan yelled. “Someone's having a bad day!” Tom said, giving me a pat on the shoulders. “I'm serious guys, cut it out!” I yelled at both of them, perked up to my feet and walked out on both of them.

Aubrey rolled his eyes but laughed along, grateful that money couldn’t buy these moments—the kind of ordinary, ridiculous joy that reminded them all of who they were. Even Mother, battling depression, found that laughter sometimes returned to her like an old friend she thought she had lost. One morning, she walked into the living room where her children were bickering loudly about who was the “favorite.” Without missing a beat, she cleared her throat and said, “It’s obviously me. I’m my own favorite.” The room exploded in laughter, the heaviness of years lifting just for that moment.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN Various POVs Ocean Storm laughs for the first time on a Tuesday morning in February. Not a full laugh. Not yet. It’s the preliminary version... that bright burst of air and delight babies make before they’ve developed the full machinery of laughter. It lasts maybe two seconds and then disappears, like he’s still figuring out what this sound is for. I’m the one who causes it.

he said and I nodded slowly at him. “Yeah,” he gently packed up the duvet and I picked up the tray with the wine on it and glass cups as we both headed inside. Next Day. Thursday. Photoshoot session. I tried to muster up my most cheerful voice as I adjusted my smile. “Love and Laughter is a show that celebrates real-life love stories, all the ups, downs, and in-betweens that make each relationship unique.” I paused and added a little bit of enthusiasm, smiling brightly directly at the camera.