Monoma Laugh Novels & Stories

“I'm not around since they return back from school, how could they have eaten?” “Yeah, you are not, but I am.” Damon said. “So I made them something to eat.” Megan doesn't know why she couldn't hold back her laughter, as she burst into loud laughter which seems uncontrollable. Damon was confused, and he did not hesitate to show it in his expression, he said nothing and allow her laugh to her heart content. “What's funny…?” He asked with his face still clouded in confusion immediately she stopped laughing because he did not seem to understand why she is laughing.

“ How could you trip ?! You fool ! “ said the mean girl . When Luna looked at her , she saw that her partner had slipped and was fixing his shoe laces . “ Babe , we have been dancing for two hours . “ said the boy with a painful look . Luna couldn’t stop herself from laughing . “ What are you laughing for ? “ said the mean girl . “ I told you we should wait and see . The one who laughs last has the best laugh , miss loser . “ said Luna with an innocent smile making the girl even more annoyed than she already was .

she taunted, shooting him a wink that had my father awkwardly shifting from one foot to another, "you age like fine wine, don't you?" Everyone struggled to swallow down their laughter as a smirk pulled at the corners of Monica's lips. She had a special way of making people really uncomfortable and yet being completely lovable all in the same breath. That was Monica for you. You couldn't have the caring side of her without this playful side. "Monica, Lana, always good to have you both here," my father curtly greeted, scratching the back of his neck. "So formal, you'd think we would pass the scorpion up his ass crack act by now," Monica deadpanned and I felt Quade's chest rise and fall behind

For one lon‍g s‍econd, silence filled the kitche‍n‌. Then Ava burst out laughing. Actuall‍y laughing. Not pol‍ite laug‌hter. Real laughter. The kin⁠d s‍h⁠e hadn’t heard from hersel‌f in years. Liam looked d⁠own at his ruined‌ shirt‍ slowly. Th‍e⁠n toward N⁠oah. Noah looked‍ s⁠e⁠conds away fr⁠om crying.

I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment. “OH Fuck.” I hear Mona mutter. “Well I guess we have our missing piece don’t we.” Shane says “Shit.”

Oblivious to this drop in temperature, she smiled “Oh…I really can’t… I can’t dance to begin with and am just catching my breath.” “But you were wonderful” Maine praised sincerely. “That …” Dana turned to look at Ben “was him” and added lightly “You should ask him”. Frank “” Sarah “” Ben and Maine’s faces were filled with black lines. “Ha…ha…ha” Ed burst out laughing “You lot…. Ha… Ha…Ha…Next time you’re going out, call me… I never knew it was this hilarious …Ha…ha…ha” he bend down clutching his tummy laughing in an exaggerated manner.

Maya hadn’t laughed that hard in months. Not the fake kind she gave when someone cracked a joke in class. Not the polite one she used when Kennedy teased her. This laugh was real—loud and unfiltered—as she collapsed on the grass beside Zane behind the bleachers. “You—you actually told Coach Hamilton his mustache looked like a dead squirrel?” she gasped between giggles. Zane grinned, his head tilted back against the bleacher frame, eyes squinting against the sunlight. “I didn’t mean to! It just came out mid-sneeze.”

But when she finally looked away, a soft, inaudible laugh escaped him. “What the hell, man? Did you just giggle?” Chadwick asked, eyeing him with disbelief. “Absolutely not! Why on earth would a grown man giggle?” Grayson retorted, giving Chadwick a glare that could cut. Liam erupted in laughter. “What’s so funny?” Grayson demanded, redirecting his attention to Liam. “Chill out, man. It wasn’t a big deal,” Liam said, struggling to hold back his laughter. “Okay, boys, I’ve had enough of this place. Can we go home now?” Naomi declared, looking expectantly at Grayson.

Out of nowhere, Noah burst into laughter. It wasn't a soft chuckle or a smirk; it was a loud, bitter, mocking laugh that bounced off the walls of the empty kitchen. I froze, completely caught off guard. My anger faltered, replaced by a jarring wave of confusion. "What?" I demanded, my chest tightening. "What is so funny?" Noah’s laughter died down, but the cruel smile remained stretched across his face. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, bringing his face dangerously close to mine. The amusement in his blue eyes vanished, replaced by something dark, sharp, and entirely merciless.

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started