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.

Or was it the eleventh time? "I am looking at art." His voice was so calm that it made heat rise to my neck and then my cheeks. Calm yourself, woman. I swatted his arm. “Luca.” “What?” His brow lifted in mock innocence. “I’m appreciating the view. Isn’t that the point?” My only response was to drag him toward the next gallery before he could see the smile tugging at my lips. We stood in front of the Mona Lisa, crowded by tourists craning their necks and holding up phones. I expected him to complain, to find the entire ordeal beneath him, but he simply leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.

The door to the dormitory was open, and in the living room, the woman fell to the floor, staring blankly at the floor tiles. Just so open, staring at the floor tiles, a line of tears, slowly sliding down the face. Once thought, Mona Lisa's smile, some people say, Mona Lisa one eye is crying, one eye in the smile, this is how ridiculous and impossible things. Jane Tong has also always felt that it was just a matter of the painter's use of color, and then was later generations of people, exaggerated propaganda.

“What are you reading?” They talked for nearly thirty minutes. Lucian was easy to talk to, as always. He asked about her classes, her favorite subjects, and even teased her lightly about adjusting to life with “the big bad Alpha.” Monalisa found herself laughing at one point, something she hadn’t done freely in weeks. “You are beautiful,” he said softly. “You are so charming when you laugh.” 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?

Monalisa said as she ran her hand seductively in my arm. “So you just want a good fuck.” I said as I burst into laughter. “What is funny??? I don't want you to fuck me but make love to me Arsenio…. just like you do it while we were still together.” “You call that making love?? Now I know how delusional you are Monalisa…. please just fuck off and don't show your face to me again.” “If that was not making love then what was it???!!!” “You really want to know, then come back home with me and Clara and I will give you the perfect demonstration of what making love is.” I said with a smirk.

"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.