Open When You Need A Laugh Novels & Stories

I say, my voice steadier this time. His reaction is unexpected. He laughs—a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the empty warehouse. It’s a laugh that chills me to the bone, full of amusement but devoid of any warmth. It’s as if I’ve told the funniest joke he’s ever heard, and he can’t help but indulge in it. The laughter stops as abruptly as it began. His expression shifts back to that same unsettling calmness, and he snaps his fingers. The sharp sound reverberates in the silence, and almost immediately, the door swings open.

Since I couldn't do anything about it, I started opening it one by one. But then, May seemed to notice that I was so bored, so she told me that I should go to the restroom first. Thankfully, I can leave the room because of May. That's why I had the chance to escape. Although I am still not done opening the gifts. The volume of the gifts was unexpected. That is why even if I took my time opening it, I think it would take me until tomorrow to unbox it for all. So the emperor's command that I should open it all right now is so hilarious, like can't he see the amount of those gifts?

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

Megan changed the name of the group to COCK TALES I can’t help myself, I burst out laughing. Not the quiet, cute kind of laughing. The insane, rolling around, nearly falling off the couch kind of laughing. I do drop my phone on the floor but I manage not to hit the ground myself. I pull myself together and notice all the guys are staring at me like I’m crazy.

"Damn, that's hot." It's comical, him trying to get a drink without spilling it down the front of his shirt, and a giggle breaks its way past my throat. It feels like forever since I've had any cause to laugh, but it feels good. Anthony Bailey gives me hope that things in my life can be different.

“This creepy smiling Raiden that’s looking at everybody like he just escaped an asylum.” I really tried to hold it in. I really did. But the look on Zayden’s face was priceless. Without any warning… no clue at all… I lost it. A laugh burst out of me before I had any chance of stopping it. Oh No… Not a chuckle. Not one of those polite little laughs people fake because they feel obligated. A real laugh. A deep, booming belly laugh that rolled out of my chest with enough force to make my stomach hurt. It echoed throughout the room. The sound bounced off the walls. Hell… It startled me almost as much as everyone else. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed like that. Neither could Nyx. Wh

I wracked my brain, but nothing came out. Every option seemed to fast-track, jumping into a more terrible position. So I went with the best — Smile. My lips curled upwards, I chuckled, My go-to when I have nothing to say. I tugged her arm, throwing my head back, I allowed the laughter to bubble up. And just as I had expected, she laughed along. Laughter was infectious — especially when it was from a true emotion. All I had to do was remember something good, a memory from my recent ones. With Ramon. Surprisingly, it was him who came to my head.

Not the controlled kind. The real kind. The kind that started in her stomach and moved up through her chest and came out of her mouth before she could catch it — the kind of laugh that happened when the comedy of a situation was so perfect, so architecturally complete, that the body’s response was involuntary. The laugh was loud. It carried. Down the hallway. Past the trophy cases. Past the bulletin board. To the place where Ava Donnelly was standing with her jaw tight and her eyes narrow, and the specific, visible fury of a person who had just been humiliated in public and was now hearing someone laugh about it.

And then simultaneously, without warning, with the specific unstoppable quality of laughter that had been waiting for the right moment and had decided this was it — they both started laughing. Properly. The full kind. The kind that took over and didn't stop quickly and didn't need to. Sasha looked between them. "It's not that bad," she said. Which made it considerably worse, which made them laugh harder, which made Sasha's mouth start doing the thing it did when she was trying not to join in and failing. "The nutmeg," Neo managed. "Is a lot," Irina confirmed, also managing it barely. "I have large hands," Sasha said again, with what remained of her dignity, and that finished all three of the

She’s such a joy killer! A real party pooper, that’s what she is. Anyways, the guys opened the file sent to them at the same time, and they raised their heads to stare at me strangely before bursting into a fit of laughter. They laughed so hysterically and almost fell off their seats while laughing. It seemed a bit strange, and I got curious about what was making them laugh, so I grabbed Ethan’s phone and opened the file that was making them laugh like clowns.