Novel Jokes Novels & Stories

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Annika excitedly hits his shoulders and he begins to think of one. “Why don't eggs tell jokes?” A confused look appears on my face and I still don't have the answer to that. Annika gets the correct answer and she urges Vion to keep asking and telling jokes. I don't get any of them correctly and Annika seems to be having so much fun with Vion. I find myself laughing with them, because Vion is definitely fun to be with.

Noah and Levi were waving their hand in front of my eyes while talking to me. “Sorry… I…I was eh… thinking in myself. sorry.” I look up and I can feel my cheeks getting red. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. We were asking if you want anything else to eat?” “No thank you, I’m full. It was delicious. But if I eat more then I will exploded.” Levi and Noah start laughing. This laugh of both of them was different then I heard all my life. Not that they were laughing about me, more that they were laughing about my joke. It felt really good to hear this laugh.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

We were acting like a human couple on their first dates, I thought. "Care to share the joke?" He continued with his bored look. "I hope I'm not in it." I covered a giggle and then straightened myself to give a serious reply. "I just thought of a funny joke. That's all." "Enlighten me." He leaned back and smiled a challenge at me. I searched my memory for all the jokes I have heard or read, found one and cleared my throat. "Okay, here goes: what do you do when a werewolf eats your candy?"

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”