Laughs Maniacally Novels & Stories

I looked like someone had kicked me in the rear while I just sat there being the stupid sitting duck to take the kick head-on. And then, he started laughing like he was a druggie on laughing gas. Slamming the bed while he quivered uncontrollably. The guy was laughing so hard that he looked like a retarded seal who was slapping its forelimbs because it choked on its own spit and as result, couldn't breathe. I shifted to the side and could do nothing but only stare at him with a deadpanned look on my face. Soon mere seconds became several minutes but there was no sign of Reuben stopping his crazed titters. I even feared the bed would collapse under his sniggering assail.

Logan looses it too and I'm slapping my thighs,lost in the hilarity of he moment while Wayne looks on from the floor,confused and dazed. "What's going on? Why do I have a weird hankering for prime beef?" He looks at us laughing like loons,the poster boy for innocence and somehow,that makes us all laugh harder. "Idiots,all of you!" Ulrik storms out and Keanu gives up and rolls on the floor.

Tristan's uncontrollable laughter reverberated through the tense room like a sudden startling thunderclap. He flung his head back, his shoulders trembling from the intensity of his laughter utterly unaware of Rylan's glaring stare. With his jaw clenched, Rylan gazed at Tristan in astonishment as though his friend had suddenly developed hideous horns on his head.

Charles looks between Richie and me, the color draining from his face. The seriousness etched on his features tells me he knows something crucial, but he’s clearly trying to keep it hidden. He holds onto his serious expression for just a moment longer before he suddenly erupts into laughter… again. The sound echoes throughout the room, filling every corner with his boisterous mirth. His eyes squint shut, and I can see the way his body shakes with each burst of laughter as if he’s losing his grip on reality. I can see the sheer energy radiating from him; it’s not just a simple laugh—he’s howling, practically screaming with joy. It infuriates me, making me feel like a complete fool as he mocks

That showed just how highly the citizens of the Citadel regarded the War Maniac. “HAHAHA” Dragon King Bast suddenly burst into laughter while holding his midriff. Tears escaped his eyes as he chortled and grinned like a fool for a couple of minutes, causing the smiling expression on Elder Hanuman’s face to disappear. The older man could do nothing but watch the lord he had witnessed grow from a child to a man patiently, wondering what it was that was so funny. “Oh my goodness,” Dragon King Bast finally stopped laughing. He wiped his tears with his hands and stared at Elder Hanuman with a broad smile on his face.

He laughed, maniacally, "Fiesty. And you know what? I like fiesty girls." I laughed in response, clutching my stomach, "Haha! You and a girl? Nobody would want an ugly as* like you!" He was suddenly angry, "Ugly @ss and mine? Yours is uglier!" I couldn't control my laughter at this, causing it to burst out. Gosh! This man has the mind worse than a child. "Dude, you seriously need to get yourself checked. And please go get yourself some better comebacks!" "You bit*h! Why you laughing?" he shouted, enraged, tightening his grip on my arm.

He paused before laughing maniacally. "You're wrong."

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

"Where do you think you're going? You want money, don't you? I mean, you'd do anything for cash. Why are you acting like you're a saint now?" My cheeks were burning, and my blood was screaming. It did not want to suffer this humiliation. "Let me go! Why are you even bringing up the past? It's already bad enough you don't want to save your parents!" Every single word was a hiss. Every single word was filled with my fury and helplessness. "You're hopeless! How dare you curse my parents!" She drove her heel in harder, and it left a mark on my face. My face was getting crushed, and breathing itself took effort. Zack was excited, though. He swung a foot right into my belly. I gasped in pain and c

Chris’ hand clenches into a fist, creating a fake microphone. I burst into a fit of laughter as he closes his eyes and belts out “LIKE FRANKIE SAID, I DID IT MY WAY.” “That’s the spirit,” Shawn joins in, strumming his hand over an air guitar, and headbanging. Tears flood my eyes as I see the two people that mean the world to me grabbing onto my hands and dragging me from this hell that has overtaken my life. Both men stop what they’re doing when I suck in a sharp breath, their eyes widening when they spot the heavy stream of tears falling down my cheeks.