Mona Lisa Funny Novels & Stories

she inquired, her voice laced with politeness, as she assessed Mona Lisa from head to toe. Mona Lisa looked striking in her outfit. She wore a vibrant red pantsuit that was tailored to perfection, exuding both elegance and confidence. Her blonde hair was styled in a full ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance. Her makeup was tasteful, with a mild application that accentuated her features. A bold red lipstick provided a stunning contrast to the rest of her ensemble.

His eyebrows pulled up in an extremely cute way that made her want to squeeze his cheeks. "Lu Fenji, who in Lestwise dares say he or she doesn't know you?" Mona asked as she burst into laughter again. "What were you thinking? How could Gabriella not know you? Dude you are fucking hilarious" Mona added as she burst into another round of laughter making jest of the other boy whose confused state had already vanished into the air as quiet as it came. "Oh, you were teasing me" Fenji said quietly as Gabriella shrugged quietly. "Do you know me?" Gabriella asked as

"I am sure it is not everyone that can afford it." " I think I will take my leave now" Mona said and walked towards the door. She paused and shot us a dead glare before banging the door behind her. " Thank goodness she is gone. She is so annoying" I heard Lena say. I ran my hand through my head and stood up. "What in the world is happening?" "What else is happening? I am just being a nice girlfriend" " That is not what I meant. Did you know that Monalisa was coming to give me cupcakes?" I asked with furrowed brows.

“She slithered in like a polyester-clad cobra and started reminiscing about your so-called passionate past—blegh!—like we were in some kind of telenovela from hell.” I stared. “She came to the house?” Mona gestured wildly. “She walked in, Ian! In heels! Talking about how dependable and passionate you were and then had the audacity to smirk at me like we were auditioning for a ‘Real Housewives of Satan’s Suburbs’ special!” I blinked again. Then I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, which—judging by Mona’s shocked face—was apparently the wrong reaction. “Oh, you’re laughing? Laughing?” she echoed, eyes wide. “Is this funny to you?! Because I almost drop-kicked a woman in a tube

Mia smiled suggestively, yet her smile wasn't genuine. Flustered, Nikki blurted out, "Ms. Monalize, how can you look so delighted when you're identical to a dead woman?"

The Mona Lisa wouldn't find itself. “Ah ha! That's my girl there,” Stella exclaimed when I stepped out of the toilet, snapping her fingers. I laughed out “I should get going,” I said, grabbing my purse. “I need to figure out how to get the Mona Lisa. So I don't lose my job. I already lost one thing today.” Stella chuckled. “Alright Ms. Chief Curator.” I rolled my eyes, heading for the door. “Call me when you get home,” Stella added behind me.

More than any piece of art! *** But Dalton wasn't the only one watching his wife, a young man a few steps from them had also been intently watching the young lady. The young man's eyes clearly showed admiration. He watched every expression pass from Anna's face. And when she laughed, he found himself doing the same thing. It was as if he was caught in a trance. “Hey," the young man's friend nudged him. "Why are you looking over there? The Mona Lisa is on your right, not on your left.”

Who could be happier than her? After the simple ceremony of becoming a disciple was over, Adriana instructed Mona to move her workstation closer to her office. Mona hummed a cheerful tune as she moved her things, her mood no less jubilant than a bride on her wedding day. Selena passed by with an empty coffee cup. Seeing Mona’s glowing face, she chuckled. “What’s got you so happy?” Mona, never one to be kind to Jessica’s plastic-sister crowd, replied smugly, “Of course it’s something amazing—more exciting than winning the lottery.”

Out of all other f-ing days why did they have to enter the kitchen today? She fumed in anger as the laughter increased. What’s so funny to laugh about? Her panty isn’t filled with cartoons or funny figures, it’s an elegant one with thin fabric. She darted towards them in a fit and pushed Dylan away who’s blocking her view and saw the thing that made them laugh. Her face twisted with mixed expressions after witnessing the thing in front of her and the laughter around her died down as three pairs of eyes turned to her direction. Klara didn’t know how to react after misunderstanding the minions. And they’re all laughing staring at a CRAB. You heard her correct. It’s…it’s a crab, which is alive

“I bought it on sale. This is my wake-up partner.” “Oh!” She grinned, standing again. “I thought it’s another classic and priceless piece in this place.” This time, Marga’s attention was on the art on the wall. She blinked curiously at the Monalisa painting, squinting again as she studied it. I rolled my eyes. “Marga, if you think that’s the real one, I’m telling you now that the original painting is still in the Louvre Museum.” I shrugged, suddenly unsure. “Maybe. But that one’s Theo’s painting.”