Mrs Joke Novels & Stories

"So you're Mr. Monroe's daughter. He actually called our station yesterday. Don't worry, we will investigate this thoroughly." The room fell deadly silent again. A male colleague nearby stammered, "P-Preston Monroe… Why does that name s-sound so familiar?" The realization suddenly hit another colleague. "He's the chairman of our parent group! Preston Monroe!" he yelped, his voice cracking. "She's the chairman's daughter?" "And she's been helping us order takeout and pick up packages every day at the office?" "Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!"

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

I can't help but start laughing because I find his complaint so funny and maybe that's what adds to his discomfort because the man in front of me folds his arms in obvious annoyance. "Do you really think I'm joking, Mrs. Every?" my husband asks with obvious discomfort at my reaction to his nonconformity. "I'm sorry if my laughter makes you think that, but, I'm actually laughing because your nonconformity, sounds like it's coming from a four or five year old who demands too much attention from the adult." "Oh, so, I'm a four or five year old in your eyes, Mrs. Every?" asks Jareth and I try hard not to laugh at his obvious annoyance that I'm not giving him what he wants.

Jonathan muttered all of a sudden, making her burst into laughter; spilling the chips from her mouth along the line. "Omg Jonathan! That's so mean" she said, knowing fully well she sides with. He looked over at her for a second and scoffed "oh please, I know you are with me on this. She barely gets anything done, and that's just so..." He paused midsection, his face scrunched up as he thought of the word "well I forgot the word, but I'm sure you understand" he said, stuffing his mouth with chips

Mr Zhao joked. “Hahahaha,” Zhi Rou burst out in laughter. She couldn’t believe her ears. Mr Zhao smiled when he heard her laughing genuinely. When he made this joke in front of his children’s friends they would chuckle lightly and when his children had him alone they would ask him to stop embarrassing them with his humourless jokes. Zhi Rou stopped laughing and looked at him seriously, “Forgive my imprudence young man, this woman is blind!” Mr Zhao nodded, “Ah but a woman of your importance cannot possibly be blind with those beautiful eyes,” he continued.

Oh. I straightened. Did she know? Did he tell her? Nerds tell their parents everything, don’t they? Was she here to talk about it? “Hi, Ma’am,” I said, studying her expression. Mrs. Amahle smiled warmly. “Oh, just call me Julie, sweetheart.” …Okay, so either she didn’t know, or she was very good at pretending. “Oh,” I said, forcing a smile back. “Hi, Julie.” Why is her smile so damn contagious?

Adrian Mrs Violet was so elated when I was giving her some jokes in my office, she was shocked because I am a ruthless Boss. She laughed hilariously, and she knocked on my table. " Those people were surprised when I told them I was no longer interested in the games because I won all of them " I explained everything. " They don'know t that you are a guru, nobody can win you in terms of games, my boss is so good and sm,art" she responded jokingly.

Ami squealed as she landed on her bottom laughing so hard. “What is going on here at this unholy hour of the morning?” grumbled Mrs. Gonzales but as she saw Ami on her bottom and laughing so hard on the floor, she smiled. She imagined her playing with children, hers and Rain’s. “Ohh dear Auntie, you just ruined our show for Mansour here.” complained Jerry. “Show, my butt!” exclaimed Mrs. Gonzales surprising Mansour. He never thought the elegant and ever poised Mrs. Gonzales has this fun side.

Mrs Rose said while laughing and leaving the room for both father and daughter. "Guess what dad? "What? Are you going to be with him anytime soon or you fell in love with him. He's a good guy right? "He's my mate." She let out a force smile. Indicating that she was happy but deep down she wasn't. "Are you serious!!? Mrs Rose retraced her steps on hearing what Jane had said. "And somebody says I like gossip", Mr Jack said while staring at the ceilings like he was referring to them." "Keep on talking to those ceilings, she's my daughter and mother to daughter chat is priceless. You can't compare a father to daughter chat with that. It's not gossip just paying a little attention." She joked.

I said, feeling a little better after our conversation but still puzzled by everything. Mrs. Kinsley raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. "I guess he likes crazy girls who enjoy ruining their own mood by overthinking about everything." She mocked me openly, and I glared at her, laughing a little at her playful tone. I huffed, pretending to be annoyed. "I guess I just can’t understand his mind."