Open When You Need To Laugh Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along.

He casually said as he gestured at the clothes in his hands. In response Maya did something that shocked both her and Jordan - she laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full belly churning, laugh. The laugh people use when watching a stand-up comedy shows. Uncensored and uncontrolled. "Casper?" Maya wheezed clutching her sides as tears fell from her eyes.

If you're really a Ford, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball. The room burst into laughter. Mia's face darkened. Her voice turned cold. "Logan, enough. Keep this up and I'm really breaking up with you." My consciousness started fading. My limbs turned cold. Darkness crept into my vision. With difficulty, I turned toward a blurry figure near the doorway. Using the last of my strength, I forced out: "Help... me..." Aaron burst out laughing. "Who's going to save you? Your fans?" The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again.

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.

Charles looks between Richie and me, the color draining from his face. The seriousness etched on his features tells me he knows something crucial, but he’s clearly trying to keep it hidden. He holds onto his serious expression for just a moment longer before he suddenly erupts into laughter… again. The sound echoes throughout the room, filling every corner with his boisterous mirth. His eyes squint shut, and I can see the way his body shakes with each burst of laughter as if he’s losing his grip on reality. I can see the sheer energy radiating from him; it’s not just a simple laugh—he’s howling, practically screaming with joy. It infuriates me, making me feel like a complete fool as he mocks

The sound of genuine laughter rises into the air like the whole territory is breathing properly for the first time in months. But when I turn to find Lucian in the crowd, he’s already stepping away.

“I'll even pose for you, nude of course.” “Oh my gosh.” His commentary was making her blush and as she laughed loudly for the first time in weeks, truly joyously expelling air from deep in her belly, it was also cleansing. His wicked sense of humor was lightening her soul, he was, she considered, exactly what she needed at the moment.

Reaching over for my phone, I instinctively switched on the sex video. At this instant, the low sound of laughter cascaded from my chest, for my eyes were glued to the video screen, with every passing second offering more humor for me. The laugh mounted, a very merry, unrestrained trill, as I felt all cares, worries dissolving with it, like mist glittering away in the morning sun.

She let the words hang for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound rich and carefree, the tension of their secret world lifted briefly by humor. The room filled with laughter, the kind that was reckless, freeing, and almost dangerous in its volume. Even Amara felt it tug at the corners of her lips, a fleeting smile that threatened to break her carefully maintained composure. The absurdity of the moment—a group of women teasing about love, secrecy, and potential death—was both hilarious and grounding.

“Charming, huh? Cocky much. You keep telling yourself that.” “Hey, I make you laugh, don’t I?” I teased, stepping backward a little so I could walk facing her. “That’s something. Laughter is… what do they say? Medicine. And unlike these folks here, you don’t need insurance to get it from me. Totally free. Unlimited supply.” That did it. She laughed—a real laugh this time and it was not just a polite chuckle. It spilled out of her, soft at first, then fuller, until her shoulders shook. She covered her mouth like she was embarrassed but her eyes sparkled when she looked at me.