Pathological Joking Novels & Stories

“Huh?” “Sorry, I’m bad at making jokes. I wanted to lighten up the room. Look…” He took a spoon from my plate and ate. “It’s not poisoned. I promise,” he said and took another one. I blinked again. “Besides, a cannibal can also die after consuming poison from his victim. " It was a lie?! “Are you crazy! Who jokes about death! I’m an over-thinker, do you know that? The thought would have killed me before the actual poison!"

What I almost did was get myself almost fall out of my chair with my efforts as I tried to jerk far from the person. The bitch has nice melons," I heard the offender say to someone else in the room. "Are you out of your mind? The master said she shouldn't be touched," Another person scolded him. "I don't see her complaining, do you? She even seems to enjoy it quite frankly," He said laughing wildly at his own joke. I harrumphed in frustration as I couldn't talk because of the gag in my mouth. These were sickos of the worst kind.

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?

I said aloud. They stopped. A slap ran across my cheek. “Did you try to speak to us, gay boy?!” the biggest asked. “I said I still do not see how that pathetic attempt at a joke was funny. Probably it is because only Neanderthals understand it.” They looked at each other in confusion. “What did you say, gay boy?” another one of them asked, coming closer to me. “No!” another yelled. “Do not get close to him. You will catch the gay flu!” They all laughed.

I am totally clueless about this guy. "Yes?" I asked him because I found his behavior strange. "Oh, I just thought you looked beautiful today." Is this what they call "the moves"? Because it's so lame. "I have a headache from one Lopez already, please, do not add to the equation." He cackled and replied, "I'm just joking, you're taking things too seriously." If being this problematic means being serious, then I guess I am problematic. "Well, I'm not a fan of 'You Only Live Once'." I am being completely honest here.

" Calm down, sir, for a little while, as you can see, they want to reduce the profit to a minimum. “Then can’t we just round up some people and make them bet then? Everyone pays a million.” He looked at him slyly and began exchanging glances for a long time, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha , looks like we're going to make a big profit today." . . . . . . I am a sick person, a hateful person, a hateful person. I think my liver is sick but, anyway, I don't know Something about my illness, and I don't know what my illness is. I do not consult a doctor, nor have I ever done so, Although I respect

Zain said casually as if he just did not do something stupid. Varun burst out laughing and everyone at the table looked at him. "Shit. Sorry" Varun said while controlling his laugh but could not and looking at him even Zain burst out laughing making me roll my eyes. How come these creatures are my friends? I asked myself looking at them who were laughing like hyenas. "Are you two okay?" I heard sweet voice coming from Corgi and I looked at her who was looking concerned staring at my best friends. "Oh, they are completely fine, it's just that normal people get panic attacks and these two get Laughing attacks" Aarav said waving his hand as if it's not a big deal and this time the whole table b

"The doctor's sure." "What exactly did he mean by sickle cell anaemia?" I frowned. "Is that some kind of disease? Or... something else?" Joel burst out laughing, so hard he nearly lost his footing. "Is something funny?" I asked flatly. "No — no, sorry." He was still laughing. I fixed him with a look sharp enough to kill, and he sobered instantly, hands raised. "Okay, okay. It's just— it's still a little funny." He cleared his throat.

A cruel, twisted joke that only a sociopath likeTristan could think was funny. "Are you insane? What the actual fuck? What the?" I asked, my voice trembled. I felt a rush of emotions through my head, and I let it out before I started having any second thoughts. "I have always known you’re a sadistic bitch, but this?" I gestured wildly between the two of us. "This is way too low, even for you."

“Didn’t mean to talk about my wife like a couple of fucking degenerates?” The second man, the one with the loose mouth, tries to backtrack. “We were just talking. It wasn’t serious.” “Not serious?” I repeat, my voice dripping with menace. “It sounded pretty fucking serious to me.” The first man shakes his head, his hands trembling. “We didn’t mean any disrespect, Dmitri. Really. It was...It was just a joke.” “A joke,” I say, my tone low and dangerous. “Here’s a joke for you: I break every bone in your body and leave you in a ditch. How’s that sound?”