Orphan Dark Humor Jokes Novels & Stories

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

"I'm actually hearing a Nascent Soul Realm kiddo saying that he was going to catch the Millennium Walking Corpse! Hahaha! This joke I can laugh for a year!" Zhi Luan laughed at him while hitting the ground and pointing at him. It was in tears of laughter. Xiao Chen frowned and glared at it, saying, "Ain't you annoying? I was just joking, stupid cat; you eat too much and get sick! Go away!" Then he kicked it and Zhiluan rolled on the ground a few times.

That joke was spot on. "Terrific. Laugh it up. Using jokes as a means of closing off topics you don't feel the need to discuss don't work on me. What did you do?" His voice was more steady this time. "I didn't do anything, maybe it's your guilty conscience for all the terrible things you've done that makes you think this way, always imagining the shadows lurking around, you're not at peace with yourself. That's what you're looking for anyone else but yourself, I'd call you an over thinker but that's too good. I didn't do anything."

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.

She may have a bit of stubborn and brat bones in her body. "You could have made it last time too if Lilith didn't made a total worthless joke about breathing in hell which had Grace laughing like a fool ." Emily scoffs remembering their stupidity that night. "It was funny though" Grace defends herself,It's not her fault that she finds stupid nerd jokes funny.

"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

SCARLETT'S POV. I was completely right. The party was boring as hell, and from the looks of things we weren't even near done here. And then even worse, the annoying as fuck MC who thoughts his jokes were so funny but they were obviously not, had been wasting so much time on the third segment of the programme which was jokes and riddles, that I almost threw my shoe at him. If I heard one more uncle joke coming from his mouth, I could just do it right there, damning all the consequences.

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?”

Grey warned. “Ready your coffin, Virgo,” Dark’s voice cut through, cold and final. “Dead,” Palvin said with a grin. “Farewell, you monkeys,” Grey added. “May your ugly soul find heaven,” Alfonso joked. “Amen,” Palvin said. “Boss, don’t be like that. Please. Think of the babes,” someone whimpered. “Move your a*s, three idiots. Kill the bastard with the bazooka or I will kill you all. Choose,” Dark barked.

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.