Laughed Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She was strong, in a way that most people weren’t. I thought about her laugh. It was loud, not one of those soft, polite laughs. When she laughed, she didn’t hold back, like she didn’t care if people noticed. It was the kind of laugh that stayed in the room, even after she stopped. I didn’t want to admit it, but it made me smile sometimes, even when I didn’t want it to.

"Don't. Laugh." But another jolt hit—harder this time. My breath came out rough, and before I could stop myself, a groan escaped. Low. Unfiltered. That was it for her. Luciana completely lost it, doubling over as tears of laughter streamed down her face. I should've been furious, but instead I found myself—God help me—fighting the corner of my mouth from twitching. Her laugh was so loud, so unrestrained, it was impossible not to catch it.

But when she finally looked away, a soft, inaudible laugh escaped him. “What the hell, man? Did you just giggle?” Chadwick asked, eyeing him with disbelief. “Absolutely not! Why on earth would a grown man giggle?” Grayson retorted, giving Chadwick a glare that could cut. Liam erupted in laughter. “What’s so funny?” Grayson demanded, redirecting his attention to Liam. “Chill out, man. It wasn’t a big deal,” Liam said, struggling to hold back his laughter. “Okay, boys, I’ve had enough of this place. Can we go home now?” Naomi declared, looking expectantly at Grayson.

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. "People really write these things?" I lean over. "They apparently do." She keeps reading. "'He's smiling. The stock market must be up.'" I snort before I can stop myself. Camila immediately looks at me. "You laughed." "I breathed differently." "No." She points at me. "That was a laugh." "It wasn't." "It absolutely was." Mrs. Harper walks past carrying flowers. "I heard that laugh." I sigh. "I'm surrounded." "You are," Camila says proudly.

I was trembling when I ran into them. Because of that, the video on my phone was not very clear. But as soon as I played the video, the meeting room immediately erupted. Just a moment ago, the colleagues who had been concerned about Jason avoided him. “No way! Mr. Jason, did you actually do this? You used the Melvaris scam to swindle Ms. Clara for money?” “You almost fooled me! You’re terrifying!” Someone even reached out to touch the blood on Jason’s face before saying mockingly, “So, it was all fake? There’s basically no difference between you and a husband who kills his wife for insurance money.”

The group burst out laughing. Their laughter reverberating in the closed air.

I mumbled with a laugh. Jackpot baby.

Adrian laughed. A full-blown laugh that filled the room and caught me completely off guard.