Library Jokes Novels & Stories

She asked, pinching his cheek gently. "That's impossible.I've been practicing jokes.”Matteo grinned proudly. "Oh… really?" "Yes… I have seventeen already." "Should I be worried?"Sofia asked, looking toward Lorenzo. "Yup! You should be very worried." "They're terrible," Marco added. "Noo… they're masterpieces," Matteo corrected. "Alright, I'll be the judge of that," Sofia said. "Good. I'll save the funniest one for you,” He said, leaning close and whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear.

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.

"Darling, not all illegal work is bad work. Maybe I'm extorting from the rich to give to the poor, you know? Eat the rich." "You're not Robinhood." "Haha. No, because I'm Jetthood." I winced and gave him a side-eye glare. "That was so bad I almost cried." "Oh, stop overreacting! Linda always laughs at my jokes, you know!" My brows rose. "Linda?" "Of course! Linda told me I joke well once when I was young, but I have to be sensitive when I have to drop the joke," he reminisced. "Why? You didn't joke at a serious time, did you?"

Easter frowned trying to think but then shook her head negatively. "An impasta!" With that, they both started laughing making Sarah stare at the man dumbfounded. She heard this joke trillion times and she was sure this man must have used it many times as well but he was still laughing like a hyena. Darren looked up finding the woman he wanted to meet standing there with ridiculed expression openly telling him how lame his joke was. Sarah turned away from him grabbing the bags but watching her struggling with them he chuckled lowly standing up and making Easter look at him.

Shantelle frowned and fished through her brain. She replied, "Ah, December because of the holidays?" "No, Mommy, it's February. It's the shortest month!" Lucas answered, and he laughed again. "Did your daddy teach you this?" Shantelle asked. "He did. Daddy gave me a book about jokes and riddles!" Lucas revealed before going to his bedside table and opening the drawer. He gave the small book to Shantelle and presented, "Daddy said laughter is the best medicine!"

I teased. "Of course I did, I'd fall for you any day," he replied seriously. The quack?! "Stop messing around, come on, hit me with another joke." He said and chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, "Hm.. Okay, this one. Knock knock!" I can already laugh at my own joke. Pfft! "Who's there?" He replied, "Hatch." Haha! I'm so hilarious, I'm a prodigy comedian! Haha!

"Hahahahaha I swear your expression is so funny, like the complex moms whose husbands cheat on each other." Again he managed to trick her, Green desperately wanted to stab the man with a kitchen knife in her hand at the same time, if it was not forbidden, Green would do now. "The joke's weird, it's not funny at all." Langit tried to stop his laughter, and it had been long he didn't laugh loudly like today, his heavy things lifted with the laughter echoing in the room. "Green..., thank you." Langit spoke softly after stopping his laughter. "Why? For instant noodles?"

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

“Ahahaha!” The third baby told the joke that was obviously funny to the fourth, ‘cause his lovely laughter filled the room and he realized it was the voice that had brought him up his feet. He watched the fourth fall on his back from his laughter, getting up again to listen to the third speak before crying out again.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”