Novel & Cerita Orphan Jokes Dark Humor

He even mimicked the sounds he’d heard earlier, laughing like a child. “What?! What do you mean ‘Aauuuhhhhggg… aughhggghhh’?” Roxane nearly sank into the bed from embarrassment, covering her face. “Dark, do you really want me to bury you alive?!” “Don’t do that, honey… if you bury me alive, I won’t be able to do three rounds every night… you’ll be the one who suffers,” Dark joked with a grin. Roxane’s cheeks burned bright red.

“Are you having the table meeting when Cade gets here?” Piercy sighed. “Might as well. No reason to meet back up and expose you to more risk of getting kidnapped again.” “Well, I’m tied with Tatum now.” That annoyed Piercy. “Horrible joke.” “Dark humor is a way to cope.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I love your smile.” Piercy smirked at me. “Just wish it wasn’t on there because of a crude joke.” “Yeah, well, I’m sure the slice down my face will make my luna pictures rememberable.” There was a slight edge to my voice I tried to keep out.

“They don’t give a damn about rank. I mean, they do. But not like Dark Sky does.” “Have you ever met Jill?” Hadrian asked the table in general. “You mean the big black gay werecat that’s mated to a human and has taken over the orphanage?” Theo asked with a grin. “Never heard of him.” “Don’t be around when that group starts drinking,” Allison laughed. “Dear goddess, they get raunchy.” “You and Aiden should go to the strip bar with them,” Parker smiled at her husband. He leaned over and kissed her.

Why wouldn’t the surprises just end? From always thinking the bastard was just my good for nothing uncle, to him being my father and now he always had another son? One who so happened to be a rival that I hated so much? I hadn’t even realized when I’d started to laugh. “Excuse me sir, is something funny?” Martha questions, her eyes low with concern. She probably thought I’d gone mad. Hell I think I was too. And what was funny? I think my life was. My entire life is just a fucking joke.

He laughs holding the drink then takes the moment to make fun of me. “You want me to tell everybody here in the bar that the fighter, The Sickle, undefeated UFC champion spends his nights reading romantic novels, this fucked up girly shit, 50 shades of gray, is that it, man? Where is your poetry notebook, you still do that shit, old man?” I don’t answer, telling him to speak low, I raise my middle finger and start to laugh alone, while I prepare an orange juice for myself. “You know what, Jack, go fuck yourself.”

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me. Diane was spared from the hit, but the ornament sliced my arm open, and blood flowed like a river. Smug, Zack stepped ahead. Arrogantly, he announced, "I'm the future co-owner of this villa and Ms. Sampson's boyfriend. Your precious Felix is going to get kicked out of this place, you hag!" My in-laws were shocked. Words failed them. They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral.

"What's going on?" I opened my mouth to deflect, to make another joke, but nothing came. The words just stuck in my throat. "I can't do it anymore," I finally said. My voice sounded strange. Small. "Can't do what?" "The jokes. The humor. The whole funny guy routine." I laughed bitterly. "Everyone expects me to make things lighter. To crack jokes when things get dark. And I've been doing it because it's easier than facing what I'm actually feeling." "Which is?"

“Whatever you’re doing at ‘work’ tonight… hurry home. Both of you can fuck me senseless for all I care.” I snorted at my own joke, then immediately winced because yeah, that was a weird thing to say even alone. Little did I know how soon that joke was going to bite me right in the ass. And how much I was going to enjoy it when it did. [ You might be reading this wrong, but trust me, the real thrill is still ahead.^^]

“Wait, I’ve got more. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work?” He side-eyes me. “What?” “A can’t opener.” Levi groans, shaking his head. “You’re actually proud of that one.” I grin. “Of course I am. Little bit.” He tosses some chopped parsley into the pan. “These jokes are terrible.” “You asked for it and you’re still laughing.” He tries to hide it, but I catch the corner of his mouth twitching again. “I’m humoring you.” “Uh huh. Okay. One last one. Promise.”