Novel & Cerita No One's Laughing At God

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

I blink at her like she’s speaking in tongues. Then I start laughing. One of those belly-born cackles that starts deep inside your stomach — usually right in the middle of a church service — and you’re not sure what exactly is so funny, but you just can’t stop. The kind that always ends in tears, a weird hiccup, or — heaven forbid — a fart. Some of the staff start laughing at me … definitely not with me. My laughter fades into some hiccup snickers. I focus on Sky’s face.

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

“What are you talking about? “Brady is well-behaved. He would never say something like that. “You are the one who causes problems everywhere you go, making people laugh at me. You do not think about anyone but yourself.” The slap was loud. My head snapped to the side, and my left cheek burned white-hot, the pain bleeding into the throbbing at the back of my skull until it was all one thing. My ears rang. I could not make out anything he said anymore. The only thing still cutting through was that word, turning over and over inside the noise. Laughed at. Laughed at. Laughed at.

I am so dumbstruck that the only thing I can do at this moment is laugh, so I laugh. It's a hard, heavy sort of laugh that drives fear into the hearts of everyone standing around. The laugh doesn't last ten seconds. Soon, I'm quiet again. The entire room is quiet and the atmosphere is taut with tension. I slam my gaze back at Alain's face. “You've got to be kidding me!” “I would never joke about…”

"Yeah, don't look at me like that. He might not be present here right now but he can kick your fallen ass back to church, bitch." "For someone that talks about God a lot, you sure love to swear often." The urge to smack that smile right off his face with my pan again was very high right now. I was about to send a random insult his way when I heard people laughing and clapping in my head. "Can you hear people cheering my name or is it just me?" I giggled with a shy blush on my cheeks. This is why I don't drink, I can barely control myself. If someone clapped in my ear right now, I probably wouldn't even hear it.

He yelled, looking frustrated. "The feeling is mutual!" I said to him with a dead straight serious face. "That was supposed to make you laugh out and say 'you finally caught me, buddy! What was that?' not this, nah! You are taking the words literally which isn't supposed to be so! How hard can it be to laugh at a simple joke? Were you told that if you laugh, you will die or you might lost your respect among the people? Not like the people love or like you or so but… no, don't get me wrong, it not like the people dislike you, I can't talk about hate but they just don't dislike you," he said as length.

“You absolutely are.” “I almost died, man.” “You had bad chicken.” “I saw God that night,” he declared seriously. That one finally broke me. A real laugh slipped out before I could stop it the kind that caught me off guard, loud and genuine, not polite or forced at all. The whole room reacted instantly. “Holy shit,” someone said. I looked up to find Benito staring at me, along with pretty much everyone else. “What?” I asked. “You laugh,” Benito said, looking way too pleased.

I spit out, just to annoy the demon a little. Than groans as if he's taking my words seriously and actually answers, "No, God and I, we don't get along." Now I understand why Lenox said demons have no sense of humour since this one surely has none. I step closer and ask another question to make my point. "So that means that God exists?" "He did. God is dead." Than whispers.

"Pfff.. puwapuwahaha! His name is Dick! Yours is Butt! Who the hell Are your parents! Fuck them! Haha! What a name.. dick!" *giggles... "Dick and Butt! Haha! You seem more like friends then. Haha!" Luis Park can't stop laughing. The names of these two God's made him laughed! Yet... This God, a God who looked like a Duck is boiling! He was beat in red! "Oh, oh!" Butt felt something is wrong with the air. "Master stop laughing or else...*paused.." But warned his master but he still keeps laughing. "HAHAHA!"