Ojou Sama Laugh Novels & Stories

The laugh cut off instantly. I frowned, leaning forward on the sofa. Glitch, I told myself. Just a compressed audio error. I unpaused it. The movie continued, but the laughter returned a few seconds later, layered underneath the dialogue. It was mocking, a rhythmic he-he-he that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Liam teased, pointing both his fingers and move them like he has his made-up own love rhythm. “Stop you fuck!” I realized that I was, in fact, smiling the whole time so I tried to laugh it off and playfully punch Liam on his shoulders, which made him laugh as well. “Damn, the way Anya made you smile is so-” “Hey! It’s not like Anya is the only one to make me smile! I laugh my loudest laugh when ya’ll are joking!” “No, but like it’s extraordinary for you to smile just for the mere existence of Anya Moore. What has she done to you?”

"Ok let's do this." I start dancing just like I've practiced several times but even with that I still fall flat on my butt and it's like my 12 year old experience happening all over again. I look at Jesse and he had this look on his face like he's choking. I sigh, "just laugh already " And laugh he did. He burst out laughing like a chimpanzee but I notice something about Jesse's laugh. Its not mocking at all. It's like he's laughing for me not at me. It's so strange and contagious and soon I'm laughing too.

Ela was stunned, not knowing how she would react. Her eyes went blank, but it didn't last long. Her lips curled slightly, and tried to stop herself from laughing. She swear, she did! But that was just so funny for her. Of all the jokes she heard from Mijo, that would be the most hilarious one! Or maybe that was the only funny thing she heard from him ever since he spoke after they first met.

Not only would this newfound freedom take time to sink in, but it would also allow us to expose the emotions we'd been smothering. "Thanks." I managed to tell Joey as our laughter continued. Joey studied us. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. We're good." One side-glance at Celia and we fell harder into a fit of giggles. "Are you guys high?" Joey asked, which made us laugh even harder. When we just kept laughing, Joey shook his head. "Whatever. I'm tired. I'm going inside." "Oh... my... God," Celia heaved in breaths between laughs, "I've never... laughed so hard in my life."

"Hahahahaha I swear your expression is so funny, like the complex moms whose husbands cheat on each other." Again he managed to trick her, Green desperately wanted to stab the man with a kitchen knife in her hand at the same time, if it was not forbidden, Green would do now. "The joke's weird, it's not funny at all." Langit tried to stop his laughter, and it had been long he didn't laugh loudly like today, his heavy things lifted with the laughter echoing in the room. "Green..., thank you." Langit spoke softly after stopping his laughter. "Why? For instant noodles?"

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…”

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

"There's nothing between me and Jerome. We even sleep in separate rooms. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to come to our house and see for yourselves." Their duet performance made me look completely unreasonable. It was as if I had smeared a pure and proper relationship between the two in-laws. Someone even came over to persuade me. "Jerome is about to be promoted. If you really love him, don't make a scene here. A martyr's children should be cared for." I began to cry, too, matching her tears with my own.