Mha Funny Novels & Stories

It was a guttural, belly-deep release, the kind of laugh that comes only when absurdity has transcended all expectation. It must be a good joke, I thought, tears of unexpected hilarity pricking the corners of my eyes. The best entertainment I’ve had in months, if not years. I was wiping a tear away with a silk napkin when I looked up and saw their faces. Eric was staring down at his plate again, his shoulders bunched high with tension. Mia, the Redhead, wasn’t laughing. Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny?

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.