Mona Lisa Funny Novels & Stories

Monalisa frowned because she could tell there was something off. “What's funny about that?” Lisa asked in a cold voice, “Nothing is funny actually. The truth is, it's sad to find out that your mother lied to you your whole life. Which kind of mother would do that to their child?” Luca's face changed into pity, pretending to sympathise with her.

I protested and Monalisa looked at me with raised eyebrows because she knew I was lying. "You can fool everyone else but not me, Hazel."Monalisa chuckled and I groaned when I heard her words. "Okay, fine! I miss him fucking much,are you happy now? That is what you wanted to hear, right?"I rolled my eyes in annoyance.I know Lisa couldn't stop teasing me if I don't admit. "I wish you could look at yourself in the mirror and see how cute you look,"Monalisa teased me once again. I felt like punching her across the face because she was annoying and she couldn't just leave me alone.

Cassandra’s POV “I don’t get it,” I said, my head tilted to the side. We were in the Louvre staring at the Mona Lisa. The iconic painting was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. It looked far less imposing than I’d imagined. “Don’t get what?” Jordyn asked. “I guess I don’t get why this painting is so famous,” I said. “I mean, the woman’s kinda ugly. Don’t you think?” “It has something to do with her smile,” Jordyn said, leaning in close and dropping his voice to a whisper. “No one knows what she’s smiling at. It’s like she has a secret.”

Monalisa’s sadness cuts through her voice, “What I wouldn’t give to see you exhilarated and leaving your life with less burdens right now little sister.” “Maybe, you can start by buying me some chocolate and some ice-cream, then we can talk about where to go from there!” Mukura answers her sister with a smile on her face. “Wow, you always had good timing!” “Is that a compliment or a complaint?” Monalisa makes serious thoughtful face, “I don’t know! Guess you will just have to find out the hard way.” They both laugh. “Hey, Monalisa!” “Yes, Kiddo! What’s wrong?” she draws closer to her.

Lalisa immediately agreed, and a bright smile lit up her face after the rain. Her smile was particularly dazzling in Louis’s eyes. This was enough to satisfy him for the day. “Are you hungry? Let me make breakfast for you,” Lalisa said with a smile, trying to win him over. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt my hand.” “You deceive to regain favor,” Louis said as he watched her more closely. His eyes narrowed, and he walked away, suddenly glancing at a sketch on the table. Louis stopped in his tracks, turned back, and looked at the sketch on the paper. It depicted a mocking man with a cold and stern face, neatly cropped hair, and a hint of bloodthirsty in his features. The proportions of the figure lo

LISA Monica doesn’t answer right away. Her jaw tightens, her eyes moving briefly past me, toward the cars, the driver and the road sides. Then she laughs. A very heavy and rather mocking laugh. “You really don’t know, do you?” she says. I frown. “Know what?” Her laugh dies instantly. She steps closer, lowering her voice. “We’re not strangers idoit,” she says. “We never were.” My stomach tightens. “Are you drunk or something? Do you take drugs now?.” I asked clearly not understanding her point.

"I can't believe I thought you were being serious!" "Hey, Leonardo Da Vinci and Vincent Van Gogh could've really been BFFs, we'll never know for sure!" I defended myself. I dodged the brochure she tried to swat me with. We were standing in front of blown-up replicas of 'The Mona Lisa' and 'The Starry Night.'

Tom asked, staring at the painting. "I think you shouldn't say a word if it's going to be offensive," I said, still staring at Mona Lisa. "Well, I was going to say she was beautiful." He mumbled, and I smiled. "She truly is," I replied and went back to staring at the mysterious painting. For some reason, I glanced up and was a bit taken aback to find Elise's gaze fixed on me, although what struck me as odd was the fact that she was smiling. And that smile was a bit troubling. In fact, it felt even more mysterious than the Mona Lisa's smile.

*MONALISA* “Oh come on, Mona, I was just messing with you.” Lorenzo laughed. I ignored him. “You don’t have to be so serious every time.” He said, catching up with me. “And what’s wrong with being serious?” He shrugged. “You just have to loosen up sometimes.” “And then what? Become weak to men?” He frowned. “Where did that come from?”

"You haven’t done… wait, you’re still a virgin?" Fred slowly nodded his head, his face burning with embarrassment. He looked down at the floor, hoping it would swallow him. He couldn’t even look at her. Monalisa laughed, not to mock him, but out of surprise. Her laughter was soft and warm, making the tension in the room ease a little.