Novel Humor Novels & Stories

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond sex. She has a good sense of humor. Each time I read one of her written chapters, I found myself drawn to her more. How she developed such realistic characters for her book is beyond me. While we were on the phone, I was reading her email. I read her story and laughed uncontrollably. She's never written a sex-related chapter this hilarious before.

“Because it makes you laugh?” He clicked his tongue, a smile on his face. “You finally get it.” I rolled my eyes. “But ONLY you does it make laugh. Real jokes are so funny everyone around would burst into laughter, not them crying while you’re having a blast.” “A joke is a joke.” “…Your sense of humor is rotten,” I ended up muttering, hissing as his rough fingers tugged at the bandage wrapped around my ribs. The cloth peeled away sticky and damp, and the stench of dried blood hit my nose. I fought the urge to gag.

“You’ve attended royal parties as you mentioned and that makes you a better caliber than most of those socialites attending that annual event. Half of them can’t even waltz. But you, definitely know how to.” “And how did you know that?” she was beginning to be amused with his reasoning. “I guessed,” he stated matter-of-factly. Aurora laughed. It was a marvelous sound, he decided her amusement evident in her eyes. He was somewhat surprised; he was able to make her laugh. He was not a joking sort. He knew he’s got no sense of humor. He used to be regarded as humorless when he was still in Harvard. But hearing her laugh at his remark was indeed a pleasant surprise. His next statement however, s

Almost. Just that I do not laugh. Humor is not something I recognize even if it smacks me right in the face. I learnt early that I do not have a good sense of humor, as while I don’t have time for jokes, I used to laugh at the oddest hours, mostly when there is something as a serious as death on the line. That was weird. I know, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So I stopped laughing all together. “It’s a ten minutes’ walk.”

Pushing himself to stand straight, he replied, “Wouldn’t that make humor-extraction easy.” She scoffed. The sound brought a twinkle into her eyes, ones that he’d never noticed before. Because they were never there. Sush could find humor in many situations, but most of it was insensitive humor - ones she kept to herself, some were self-deprecating humor, thinking back to how naive she was when she thought engineering was the only thing she was going to do until retirement or when she thought her mother died of a simple road accident. Such humor simply kept her sane and entertained. It never brought the shine that Greg was witnessing.

They talked for another hour about other things, easier things, the conversation finding its way back to lighter ground with the naturalness of water finding its level, and Jayda found herself laughing genuinely twice, which she noted with the quiet surprise of someone who had not expected to laugh tonight and was glad to have been wrong about that. He was funny in the dry understated way of someone who didn't perform humor but simply had it, who said things that were true in angles that made them suddenly absurd, and she found that harder to hold at arm's length than she had anticipated because genuine humor required genuine intelligence and she had always responded to intelligence in spite

, my breath hitches from the little shock. He stifles a laugh as he sees my reaction. "Sorry, I just thought you were forgetting our homework. Didn't want to make you jump. Where the hell were your thoughts?" "Well, not with you." "Ouch," he sighs. "Sorry, was too focused on the theme for the novel." "You do realize we have like eleven week's time?" Amusement lacing his tone. "You do realize, a novel has more than one page?" He chuckles again. God, I wish he would stop those chuckles, they get my head spinning. It's also weird that we are almost talking normal with each other.

Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She