Novel Humor Novels & Stories

I sighed, putting my hand over his. “You know I'm not the most talkative, babe. I need my talkative girl. We'll die of boredom if you let me lead the conversation. I smiled a little, remembering that it was these comments that made Chelsea laugh. Her sense of humor was special and I liked her. When I heard other people make jokes with cruel connotations they seemed to me in bad taste, but coming from her, they became funny.

“Do you want me to read you a novel?” “Yeah, but no comedy, it hurts to laugh and not tragedy, I don’t want to cry.” “So a novel has made you cry before?” I asked, amused. “Yeah, it was a sad one.” I laughed. “You’re such a pussy.” “Ouch, get busy reading something to me, woman.” He ordered. “What happened to being polite?”I chided. “I can act however I want. I’m hospitalized.” He said with a smile. I eyed him and then I got busy reading a novel for him.

I shrugged. He nodded thoughtfully. “Totally. Just regular work like a Starbucks barista, right?” I felt the laughter rising from my belly but didn't care to hold it in. The delicious meal I'd just had threatened to find its way back out from me laughing so hard. As much as I hated to admit it, his humor was one of the things that drew me to him. “You know what I mean,” I said, collecting myself. “It's work. It all is. I–”

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

One could never expect from him to be serious. "I am a straight man too." I asserted towards him, raising my voice with a poker face. "Who knows?" He voiced out which irritated me more. Oh Jesus Chirst, save him before I successfully murder him and his lame humor. "Can you just kill me?" I asked, frustratingly. "You should not be worrying, you know you will die anyway." He answered back. "What the fuck? I just can not make sense of, how the fuck you and your thick brain could think of such a lame humor." I asserted back to him.

I couldn't control myself anymore and laughed hard at his face. "O...look at your face...you...you couldn't take my joke lightly...i was kidding okay... And on a serious note, i just put in action what i have read..." I confessed truly this time. "Hell you and your silly jokes...never repeat the one...actually i am surprised more on your confession as i never knew you would be reading such stuff..." He said amusingly. "I have read many adult novels. And you're saying as if you never read such stuffs" i said pouting my lips.

Or maybe that was the only funny thing she heard from him ever since he spoke after they first met. Calming herself from laughing so hard, she tried to crack a joke. "Seriously, what are you? A dog with a twist?" Unfortunately, none of them got a sense of humor, as she thought, that not even one person in the living room bothered to move a muscle and let out a laugh. Rolling her eyes, she sat again with her legs crossed. "Fine, drop your fiction."

I smiled. He locked his lower lips. If there was one thing I've gotten to observe about my newfound friend, it was his ability to discern and understand humor. His sense of humor was top-notch, and I didn't say this because I called him a son of a bitch, and he did nothing. I hated the inner and unconscious comparison I was making between him and Peters. Peters wouldn't take your, “I need more touch, baby,” as a joke. "Mind following me home and getting to know my place of residence?"

she replied, still trying to process the unexpected humor. Fabian nodded, his face remaining impassive. "Yes, I have a peculiar sense of humor. I find it amusing to deliver jokes with a deadpan expression. It keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Stellina couldn't help but laugh, relieved that her impression of Fabian's comment was misconstrued. "Indeed, Fabian. Your deadpan humor definitely caught me off guard. I appreciate the levity in this serious situation."