Novel Jokes Novels & Stories

“Uncle Jerry, do you know any more jokes?” I glanced over at Iris, half-expecting her to shoot me down again, but she didn’t say anything. So, I leaned in toward Lyra, lowering my voice conspiratorially. “Alright, alright, here’s a good one. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Lyra’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts!” I said with a wink, and Lyra burst out laughing, her giggles contagious as Logan joined in, even though he probably didn’t get the joke.

I raised a brow, “Try me.” He grinned like a child who had been given permission to cause chaos, “Okay. Did you hear about the guy who invented Lifesavers?” I gave him a flat look, “Seriously?” “He made a mint.” I groaned, and it was genuine this time, “Nathan, I swear…” He shrugged, clearly pleased with himself, “There’s more where that came from. Want another?” I rolled my eyes but nodded, “Fine. I could use a few more bad jokes.”

"And who knows, maybe I'll even remember it and tell it to someone else someday." Ida grinned. "Oh no, please don't subject anyone else to that joke. I wouldn't want to be responsible for causing anyone else's eyes to roll," she joked. Avery laughed. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. But, if you want to hear a real joke, I've got one for you." "Okay, hit me with it," Ida said, leaning in. "Why did the chicken cross the playground?" Avery asked. "I don't know, why?" Ida replied.

“What’s wrong with you two? One spacing out, the other crying like crazy?” Yvonne sniffled. “Waaah, the female lead died of cancer! Why do novels always go with car accidents, cancer, and long-lost siblings?! So annoying!” Goselle comforted her. “It’s cliché, but at least it’s better than mine. Mine’s so boring.” Then she turned to me. “What about you? You’ve been reading forever and you’re still on page two?” I closed the book. “Mine’s not good either.”

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

This is the money they live on daily, fattening their bellies, yet look unhappy and broke as ever. Grabbing a romance novel from the side bed, I had the urge to escape from the dramas of this home, reading was the perfect refuge for me. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to concentrate, the laughter was now too much, I could barely understand why Jennifer will laugh so hard as If she was having the be at the time of her life, or maybe it was just to provoke me.

"But I've got a few more. Are you ready for another one?" I nod, and he continues. "Okay, here's one."What do you call a sheep that's been sheared twice?" Iskander asks. I think for a moment, and then I say, "A sheared sheep?" He nods his head. "You're getting very good at this," he says. "One more joke, and then I'll let you go. Okay?" I nod, and I lean forward, eager to hear the last joke. "Okay, here's the last one. What do you call a sheep with no head?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. "Come on, you can do it," Isksnfer tells me as he looks into my eyes searching for the answer. I smile and shake my head signifying a no answer. "The answer is, no-brainer," Iskander says. I

"What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it? Nothing, it just let out a little wine." "Please stop," Ashlyn laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Your jokes are getting worse." "My jokes are berry good, thank you very much." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Get it? Berry?" "I'm filing for divorce." "No, you're not. You love my dad jokes." "I tolerate them at best." Richard leaned forward, still holding the strawberry. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "Don't—" "An impasta!" Despite herself, Ashlyn burst out laughing. "That's it. I'm leaving."

"Darling, not all illegal work is bad work. Maybe I'm extorting from the rich to give to the poor, you know? Eat the rich." "You're not Robinhood." "Haha. No, because I'm Jetthood." I winced and gave him a side-eye glare. "That was so bad I almost cried." "Oh, stop overreacting! Linda always laughs at my jokes, you know!" My brows rose. "Linda?" "Of course! Linda told me I joke well once when I was young, but I have to be sensitive when I have to drop the joke," he reminisced. "Why? You didn't joke at a serious time, did you?"

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