Monoma Laugh Novels & Stories

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

Monk Liya said and Monk Amon burst into laughter. “Why would they even let brooms fight?” Monk Amon blurted which earned warning look from Monk Liya. Monk Amon reluctantly shut her mouth but still gave me a taunting look. I could only sigh at Monk Amon’s frolicsome forgetting the tension I was previously feeling.

Jake notice the murderous look on Romona's face, he smiled and walked up to her. " Darling please don't stay mad at him" he pleaded looking at Author who was about to cry. The almighty Author Smith about to cry because of a girl!!! Love is a bitch though only few people are privileged to experience it. On seeing Author facial expression, Romona bursted out laughing confusing everyone in the room. She laughed so hard that she fell off her sit. " Ouch!" She moaned in pains rubbing her butts. " What's funny?" Annabel asked because she knows how crazy Romona can be sometimes.

Narine I was laughing my brains out, no, really. The kind of laugh that snatches breath from your lungs and leaves your ribs aching, your cheeks flushed, and your soul feeling... lighter. My stomach hurt, my eyes stung from the tears, and my cheeks felt like they'd crack from smiling so hard. Hasmik hadn't changed one bit. Still as unfiltered and hilarious as ever, commanding the room like it was her damn stage. Her timing, expressions, and the way she delivered even the simplest line had all of us doubled over in laughter. I could barely keep up with her quips, and neither could anyone else.

Harmonia raised an eyebrow, smiled back, and asked, “Who said you can call me Monia? You really like to cozy up to others, don’t you? Did your mother teach you that?” Luna’s smile froze. She gritted her teeth, masked her embarrassment with a smile, and then said unceremoniously, “Do you know of the saying ‘He who laughs last, laughs best’? I look forward to competing with you in the finals! The winner will be determined in the finals!”

Andrius eyebrows furrowed. "You're kidnapping me, aren't you? I've been talking to you! You're making me an idiot!" she said. Andrius seemed off-guard for a while before he processed everything Anya was saying. He smiled and then laughed so hard. "You're crazy, Anya," he said afterward and laughed again. He even touched his stomach as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Andrius' laugh has a strange effect on Anya. She never thought that Mr. Monterio could laugh like this. Her boss seemed constipated every time they're at work. Seeing him laugh like this was something unexplainable for her.

Monique pretended to be deep in thought as if thinking of an alternative Samaira looked at her, agape, then suddenly burst out laughing, both of them laughed, and they laughed so hard that Samaira couldn't stop laughing, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t control herself, Monique had stopped laughing long back and wondered what had happened to her, she is never like this After about five to seven minutes of enduring her laughter attack she ended up with tears in her eyes, she let them flow,convincing herself that they weren’t tears of sadness that she had sworn she wouldn't shed, instead, they were tears of laughter due to her bout

And goofy and sweet are only two of the hundreds of words I can think to describe her. I stick my finger in the whipped cream and dot it on her nose, resulting in her gasping in shock before throwing her head back and releasing the most stunning sound I have ever heard from her. Pure joyful laughter. Rome guffaws and nearly spits out her pancake as she laughs at the cream on Laney’s face and I look at Monty. “Are they drunk?” I ask him, knowing full well that werewolves can not get drunk. He shakes his head.

"No....that's not...." "Shut. The. Fuck. Up" East said, glaring at her. Her heart broke into a million pieces. Tears gathered her as she look down. East looked at Mona. Mona is smirking at him. East scoffed. "Mona Mona" Mona rolled her eyes. "Look at you" he said amusedly. Mona glared at him. "So pathetic on a wheelchair." Mona clenched her jaw. "You really think you could kill me huh?" East asked.

"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?