Reading Humor Novels & Stories

she protested. Avery grinned. "Well, you know what they say, laughter is the best medicine. And if that's the case, I think I just got a healthy dose of corny humor," he teased. Ida rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at Avery's response. "Okay, fine, I admit it was a bit lame," she conceded. "But at least it made you smile, right?" "Absolutely," Avery replied. "And who knows, maybe I'll even remember it and tell it to someone else someday."

I couldn’t help but smile after a while though. Their laughs were contagious. I felt myself relax as I listened to their laughter. I did not know what was so funny that they started laughing like that but I loved their sense of humor. It was stupid but at the same time, it felt like it was some inside joke between them, something solely shared among friends. “If you guys are done, can we go get something to eat? I’m starving!” Ryder interrupted their sweet moment.

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

“Need help? Or do you need someone to dramatically throw it out of the window for you?” I couldn’t help the small puff of laughter that escaped. “You’re not funny.” “I’m hilarious. You’re just too stressed to appreciate fine comedy,” he replied with a mock sigh. “So what’s got your brain twisted in knots? Is it the treaties? The histories? Please don’t say the battle strategies. Those gave me nightmares.” I looked at him, and smiled,he was trying to make me laugh, he must have noticed that I was stressed. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes were watching me carefully—soft, concerned, like he saw through the armor I thought I was still wearing.

“I’d laugh in your face and then tell the doc you brought it on yourself. You think I’m gonna risk my reputation so you can play kamikaze in bed? Forget it.” That earned me a real laugh, short and sharp. I grinned, pointing at him. “See? Humor works. You should thank me. I’m basically saving your sanity.” “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched again. “Yeah, but I’m entertaining. And in three months, when you’re finally cleared, you’re gonna look back at this and—” “If you laugh, I’ll hit you.” I held up my hands. “Okay, okay. Not laugh. Maybe… cry tears of joy. Better?”

My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks to my intoxication. Dark humor was just my type. “You are funny,” I said. “But seriously, what happened?” “I take upon boxing as fitness. I recently found out a friend of mine passed away. My emotions got ahead of me.” I frowned and my body slumped. “I am so sorry to hear that.” “Don’t worry,” he said. Feeling bad, I decided to change the topic. I waved down to the waiter and ordered another drink. It was delivered not long after. No wonder he deflected so much and was a bit annoyed when I continued to pry. He lost someone important to him.

It was good that we were on the same path, we never wanted any conversation that had to do with the both of us. “You are a good horse rider, I’m sure you’ll beat me in a race,” I replied. She frowned, noticing the sheer sarcasm in my statement. The frown broke into a light smile then a giggle. “You have a sharp sense of humor,” she said in the middle of her giggles. I raised my brows at her, is that her way of avenging a sarcastic comment? Everyone understands that I know nothing about humor. It is for the weak and drunks.

One of the senior executives, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, added, “Maybe we should get Jerry to do all our presentations. At least then we’d be laughing through the pain.” Jerry leaned forward, adopting a more serious tone but still with a twinkle in his eye. “In all seriousness, folks, humor might not solve our problems, but it can definitely help us think more clearly. When you’re not bogged down by stress, you can see solutions you might have missed before.” The atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably. What had been a dire and despondent meeting was now infused with a lighter, more hopeful energy. People were exchanging ideas more freely, the initial doom and gloom replaced b

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

and took a long pause, “don’t say something you don’t mean.” “Right,” I crossed my arms, “we shouldn’t hate animals,” and moved ahead creating distance between us. His head dropped dead hiding away his grin that should be embarrassment, but he’s too insensitive to feel those emotions. “Your jokes must be fun in your head, I wonder where the humor goes when they leave your mouth.” He leaned on my door. “You are on the door already, how about I kick you and throw your useless body out?” I gritted my teeth in frustration evidently.