Mona Lisa Funny Novels & Stories

Somebody commented that it was Donald Trump and I glared at that girl. I stomped my feet in frustration and mumbled, "It's Monalisa." This time people were crying and their faces turned beet red from laughing. The teacher too was controlling her laughter. I crossed my arms against my chest and scowled. I tried to reason out, "I mean look here, the sketch doesn't has any eyebrows."

Monica and I walk over to the clothes and look down at them. “Your man has taste, chicka, and its real Gucci,” she grins, nudging me. I blush, “He’s not my man,” “That’s not what you say when he’s deep inside you,” “Mona!” She throws her head back and laughs. “You are so annoying,” I groan and watch as she laughs.

I said worriedly. “You shouldn't get yourself worked up over little things like this. What matters is that you did absolutely nothing wrong to her, which everyone present would testify to. I'm sure she's just jealous of your pretty face” Mona nudged me, and I burst into laughter. “How ridiculous! You can't tell me that such a graceful lady has a comparison with me. She looks so sophisticated, and there's no doubt she's much better than a slave like me” I replied, and Mona snorted.

“You looked like you were deep in thought.” Monalisa accepted the coffee with a polite smile. “Thank you, that’s kind of you.” They ended up talking for nearly an hour. Lucian was charming and easy to converse with. He asked about her classes, her favorite subjects, and shared stories about his time abroad. At one point, he lightly touched her arm while laughing at something she said. “You have a beautiful laugh,” he said softly. “The house feels brighter when you’re around.” Monalisa’s cheeks flushed. The compliment was light, but it landed. She quickly looked away. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

Lisa turned the doorknob and entered Celie’s bedroom, excited to finally see her cousin. She looked at her face on the mirror, facing left and right to see her profile. She did not have a tall and thin nose like her father, but she did inherit her mother's eyes and high cheekbones. She smiled at herself, the ends of her lips curling slightly upwards. How did Mona Lisa smile? Was she really beautiful?

"No, you don't have to answer that. It's fine-" "What?" Before I could completed my statement, I dissolve into a quiet laughter. Then it became louder as I saw the expression on Mona's face. The way she asked appeared funny to me, asking like she was talking to a sort of goddess. I laugh at the mose unexpected time, and even though they were always less, they always remained memorable. I managed to subdue the laughter, knowing fully well they would both had been staring like I was crazy. Was I crazy?

Marcus said but he was interrupted by her sharply. "No buts". Mona Lisa stared at him and said, before adding, "Just be a good helper monkey and carry those bags well, I'm not done shopping". Saying this, she glared, and Marcus kept quiet, he can't deny that seeing her angry made him smile, "She kinda looks cute when she is angry". He thought as followed her. They kept moving around, and Monalisa kept picking clothes. They passed two young girls having a conversation while focused on their phones and seeing this, Monalisa couldn't help but eavesdrop.

I leaned my head back against the chair then laughed softly, a mean laugh that echoed off the walls. "Enjoy your few hours of freedom, Calista,” I whispered to the empty room, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "Because tonight, I am going to watch the whole pack destroy whatever is left of you."

she said with an emotional voice. Moni was silent for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. But then, a happy smile spread across her face. "Oh Lisa, that's amazing!" she exclaimed, embracing Lisa tightly. "I'm so happy for you!" Lisa smiled with relief, feeling relieved by Moni's positive reaction. "Thank you, Moni. I'm glad I could share this good news with you," she said, smiling. However, as Lisa saw the unexpected smile on Moni's face, she began to feel that something was unusual. "Moni, are you okay?" she asked, trying to read her friend's expression.

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?"