Maniac Laughing Novels & Stories

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

We're stranded. I start laughing like a madman, the sound echoing through the forest. Adam looks at me, his face a mixture of concern and confusion. "What's so funny?" he asks, clearly perplexed by my strange reaction to the situation. I look at him and grin, my eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "Everything," I say. "It's all so absurd."

Because every single person in that lobby believed him. Lucian looked back down at Adrian and grabbed him violently by the collar again, dragging him halfway off the floor before slamming another devastating punch into his face. Adrian coughed blood across the marble. And then, like a madman, he laughed. A broken, wheezing laugh. Lucian’s fist paused midair. Because there was something horribly wrong with that sound. Adrian lifted his swollen face slowly, blood running down his chin, staining his teeth red as he smiled like a lunatic.

Noah stared at me for a beat, eyes wide and wild, and then he burst into laughter, a deep, manic, completely unhinged laughter. It echoed off the marble floors and high ceilings, sharp and jagged, like glass breaking in slow motion. He threw his head back, the sound bouncing around us until it felt like the whole house was laughing at me. I flinched. He dropped my wrist finally, but only to clutch at his stomach as the laughter rolled out of him. When he straightened, his face was flushed, eyes glassy with something that wasn’t just alcohol.

Screwing my expression to maintain a serious front, I tried to be serious but it failed when Ignacio's eyebrow twitched. Like a broken dam, tears spilt from their ducts in rivers while the laughter continues. The action of slamming the documents and walking out of the room only fueled it. However, it wasn't until I saw his exasperated eye roll that sealed the deal. Curling up on the ground in a drunken state of hilarity, I continued wallowing in the endless pit of insanity.

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.”

“Why are you laughing, you psycho?” Adrian’s face twisted in confusion and disgust. “What’s so damn funny?” His eyes narrowed, as if me laughing was worse than any insult. Tricia’s voice was quick to join in. “Yeah, tell us, freak. What’s so funny?” She folded her arms, waiting like she’d already won. I stopped laughing and straightened up, though my throat still hurt from it, but I found enough courage to answer. My voice didn’t even shake this time. “You!”

I might have lost my strength and muscle, but I still knew the moves. I could work with that. At the sight of my fighting stance, Malcom cackled, slapping his palm against his knee like he was watching some 1980s comedy show. His eyes gleamed with amusement, his curls bouncing with every movement of his head. It took him a few seconds to regain his composure, his laughter fading into the walls of the empty crematorium as he smoothed out his suit. "I can’t deal with this comedy show," he exclaimed, shaking his head as if he had just found himself in the most amusing situation of his life.

“To be honest, I myself has no idea.” “What?” “I have no idea who that bitch offended.” The laugher intensifies to the point that his words are barely audible anymore. “Whoever they are, I am sure that they will chase that bitch until they get what they want from her.” “What are you talking about?” The maniacal laughter continued. “That bitch will die for sure! She will!” “Wha- have you finally gone crazy-?” The recording went silent all of the sudden. It was a dead, still silence.

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.