Maniac Laughing Novels & Stories

"You kidnapped her today. Give her back!" Silas stared down the barrel of my gun, and for a terrifying second, he started to laugh. It wasn't a nervous laugh; it wasn't the sound of a man trying to bargain for his life. It was the genuine, belly-deep sound of a maniac who found death to be the ultimate punchline. He didn't even flinch. He leaned into the barrel, the front sight digging into his skin.

"This is the first time I see someone laugh about being cheated on. Truly, one in a million." "What can I say bestie? YOLO." I threw my hands in the air laughing like a maniac while running toward -only god knows where-.

And keep killing him until every drop of fury inside him was spent. “You just wait, Romano. I’ll make sure you don’t win. I’ll hunt down everyone you love. That bitch’s family too—I’ll leave no one behind. You’ll beg for death, you fucking bastard!” he screamed, panting heavily. He looked deranged. A demon in human skin. One look at him and anyone would know—this man wasn’t okay. Not even close. Then came the smile. That eerie, slow curve of his lips… and then laughter. A terrifying, maniacal laugh filled the mansion like a horror scene.

Suddenly he started laughing, almost throwing himself to the ground in laughter, and for a split second I thought he was actually running mad, or better still, had a bipolar disorder. “ Man, you should've seen your face”, he said as he continued laughing, his hands placed in his knees to support him and keep him from falling on his ass, “ gosh, I wish I had a camera with me, oh”, he said, recovering little by little from the non-communicable laughter. “ What's going on here? Why would you ask such a bizarre question out of the blue and then start laughing as if someone was poking a finger up your ass?” I was getting angry, and it was evident in my voice.

Man:what? Cab:this and he gave him his camera..And Manik's eyes twinkled seeing the camera.. it's manan kissing video..Fab5 smirked.. Screen freezes on manik smirking and nandu crying face..

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

Vivian replied, and suddenly, the man's laughter echoed in the spacious room. This was indeed the first time Vivian had heard the man's laughter, and it was also the first time she had seen any other expression on the man's face beside a cold one. Nevertheless, even the man's laughter sounded like the music of death, and that was why Vivian didn't feel amused by it. "If we're role-playing, I'd rather you call me 'Master.' What do you think about that?" “…” Suddenly, Vivian's breath caught. Steen had stopped laughing, and the only thing left on his face was a crooked smile. However, it wasn't the man's crooked smile that made Vivian gasp.

ALEX I sat there in the dim room, my fingers wrapped around a half-empty glass of whiskey, eyes fixed on the screen. The footage played again—Lucian darting through the corridors of the hospital like a madman, his face twisted with agony, his screams echoing through the halls as if they could pull a dead woman back to life. And I laughed. A full, rich, guttural laugh that rose from somewhere deep inside me—somewhere bitter and cold. I clutched my stomach as I leaned back in the chair, the video looping again and again. His pain was delicious. His desperation? Divine.

His long hair was far from its original, white color. A laughter began to sound deep within the man's throat. His head was thrown back, and the laughter, raving and deranged, resounded in the throne room, and the walls shuddered at his lunacy. The man finally silenced when the pain caught up to him, and he closed his ice, blue eyes in a grimace.

the guys laugh as he tries to go for my door. "You know people say you don't have a sense of humor," Danica says putting her address into the GPS on the dashboard as we drive down the street. "So I've heard," "It might be because you never smile or laugh," she adds. "I've never heard you laugh," "Coming to think of it. We haven't either. Not since you were like thirteen," Micca says. "Leave her alone," Miles says. I hear a smack. "I'm just saying," he defends.