Novel & Cerita Monoma Laugh

LUCAS “Mo-Monalisa?” My voice came out as a whisper, my throat dry from the surprise. Not the exact way that I intended to “You got it right. I thought you had forgotten how my voice sounded. I see you still remembered,” Monalisa laughed from the other side of the phone as though that was the funniest joke of the year. Her voice was like nails scraping metal that I wanted to throw the phone away. I knew that kind of laughter and I could tell that she was up to something. Probably not something that I would like.

I say, tapping her temple. “Oh… well why didn’t you just say that?” She huffs, walking over to the dishes, leaving me chortling to myself. “Ugh, what is that awful sound? It’s like someone strangled a bird,” comes the current bane of my existence. Romona Mathers, the current Beta Female and mega-bitch. “It’s called laughing, a concept I’m sure you’re not familiar with. You probably don’t want to risk the laugh lines,” I say, crossing my arms.

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.

Mona follows my lead. “Yeah, all ya’ll can shut the hell up!” I laugh out loud at Mona’s smart-ass mouth. “Drake asshole Cinder is about to get his balls knocked into his throat.” Nix is looking at Mona, surprised at her aggression no doubt. A big toothy grin spreads across his face.

A full, boyish, devastating grin. Mona slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God—ignore me—I have no filter—" He laughed. A deep, rich, genuine laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "You crack me up, love." Mona wanted to die. Her mother always said her mouth would get her in trouble one day. And apparently, today was that day. Still chuckling, Kane gestured for her to follow. "Come on, let's go." Mona hesitated for half a second before stepping through the small ticket booth door, walking up to him. She barely reached his chest. The sheer size difference between them made her feel tiny, and for some reason, that made her stomach flutter.

Damon's face goes pale and he starts to pull back but then Garrett does something unexpected. He laughs. Not just a small laugh, but a full-blown hysterical cackling that echoes off the stone walls of the holding cell. It's the kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl and says someone has completely lost their mind.

“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

she insisted, chewing with exaggerated force as if to destroy the evidence, glaring at him all the while. Frank leaned back against the door, rubbing a hand over his face as laughter spilled out of him. First a low chuckle, then full-on, breathless laughter until he was bent over, holding his stomach. "Don't laugh!" Mona barked, her embarrassment making her voice sharp. "Keep it up and I'll eat every last piece!" Frank stayed crouched by the door, eyes crinkled, one hand clamped over his mouth as his laughter only grew louder. Seeing him unfazed, Mona grabbed the lunch box and started shoveling the heart-shaped treats into her mouth with defiant bites.

We both glanced at each other and stopped, trying too hard not to laugh at his laughable expression. "What, Mor?" Monna asked, with puppy dog eyes. "I really heard that, Monna. I can't believe you could spew such rubbish,"Morley said. "Duhh, I was just kidding," Monna justified her words. "But your humor sucks,"Morley said, feigning annoyance. Monna glanced at me and we both bursted into laughter. "Geez, you girls are really annoying and intolerable."He groaned and walked on, mumbling.

Mona always took her off guard with these stupid jokes about her. But she knew these were just harmless flirts. She didn’t mean this. “Let’s go.” Mona held her arm, and they walked toward the door laughing.