Pathological Joking Novels & Stories

“I really pity them now” “No you don’t” “Yeah true that. I would love to feed on their misery” “Let’s go to the betting booth then. Let’s milk them dry !” “You are going to give them a blow job each ?” “Eww. Noooooo, dirty woman. I meant milking his purse dry. Ughh” “You bet” Everyone laughed at that.

I poured my heart out to Jake, recounting the story of my tumultuous marriage in agonizing detail, hoping that he could offer some words of wisdom to guide me through the darkness. But instead of sympathy, all I received was laughter – harsh, mocking laughter that cut through me like a knife. Jake laughed at my pain, finding amusement in my misery as if it were some kind of sick joke. "Why are you laughing?" I demanded, my voice slurred with intoxication. "This isn't funny, Jake. I'm struggling here." But Jake just laughed harder, doubling over with mirth as tears streamed down my face. "You don't see it, do you?" he chuckled, wiping away tears of laughter from his eyes. "You're a joke, Sean

Obviously, he would be no match for Jarn by strength. Jeekam and his men burst out laughing at the sight. "Is this one of the elites of the Heaven Deviation Path? Oh my, I'm wetting my pants with terror!" "Hahaha! He's useless…" As they continued to laugh, Jeekam could not hide his rage either. F*ck, that guy had some nerve pretending to be a Heaven Deviation Path member to scare him. 'Motherf*cker!' Jeekam cursed to himself the next second as he stared coldly at Bosco.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

She cursed and spat on him. Doris instead burst into laughter. He looked at others as he expected them to laugh as well. He was like a psychopath. A perverted psycho. Maybe too much of watching movies similar to the character ‘Joker’ has made him go nuts. “Mind your words, Bethel.” He said, unexpectedly he grabbed her hair and brought his face closer to hers with a mischievous grin this time. It looked so scary that Bethel shifted her face back a bit. “I can kill you now and no one would know about it.” He added, and his words sent chills on Bethel’s body as she then swallowed hard and avoided his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as jinx or whatever.” “Whatever you say, death is not something that should be clowned upon, Jacob.” Her voice was again, stern. “That meddlesome youngster’s a sociopath! She’s obviously rubbing off her disorder to those associated with her.” “Whether or not ‘Engaging in risky behavior that may harm themselves or others’ is a symptom of her condition, to wish death is a different issue!” “Alright, calm down, you two,” said Tere. “Let’s have some milk tea to cool your heads!”

Jason likely made the stupid bet because he needed someone to copy off so his dumb ass could pass. Those were the longest six months of my life. How did I convince myself I had been happy? It was pure torture. The jokes stopped, at least to my face. People got more creative. They started whispering behind my back and giggling behind their hands. Then swearing up and down they weren't talking about me.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

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.

Water was coming out of Benedict’s eyes as he laughed harder than his wife. None of it was amusing to us. They would have their asses in jail if any of us died in their mansion. They must be psychopaths to enjoy other’s misery. You don’t need a good reason to kill when you’re sick in the brain. “I need to use the restroom,” I said, wanting to catch a break from their insufferable chuckling. Jane Astor gave me simple instructions to the toilet, and I finally caught a break from their mocking laughter and twisted jokes.