Reading Humor Novels & Stories

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I was human. And the thing about humans? When they’re pushed to their limits— They snap. “Isla, what’s so funny? Are you okay? Why are you laughing?” my stepmother asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. I slowly stopped laughing, turning to her with a casual wave of my hand. “Oh God, sorry, but I just couldn’t help it. The joke coming out of your mouths was hilarious.” Her frown deepened. “What do you mean, a joke, Isla? This isn’t funny. We’re being serious. Why are you acting this way?”

He frowned, utterly deadpan, and it broke me unexpectedly. It pulled a genuine hearty giggle out of me, and I realized our weird conversation has completely lightened my mood with how utterly ridiculous it is. I never thought this would be a topic I would ever have with him or that he could be this funny, and I’m not sure if he meant to be. He has my sense of humor, dry and sarcastic with a solemn tone. I think I’m liking him even more. Definitely, there’s a side to him I may have previously overlooked.

It took everything in me to stop myself from acting rashly. Abruptly, she burst into a peal of laughter. The laughter started with a few chuckles before it turned into full-blown hysterical laughter. I was confused and perplexed. What was funny about the whole thing happening? I thought she was offended by my utterances a while ago. What was happening? “I didn’t think you would be this humorous, Liam. OMG!” she mumbled amidst her laughter, tilting her head backward as she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You crack jokes effortlessly. I must commend your skill. You have a huge talent,” she continued.

Puns, witty one-liners, and humorous anecdotes filled the air, each punchline punctuated by Selena's laughter. In those moments, the power of humor became a beacon, guiding us through the emotional labyrinth. Selena's laughter, once mingled with tears, now became a melody of resilience—a testament to our ability to find joy even in the face of heartache. As the evening unfolded, I realized that sometimes, the best way to heal is not only through comforting meals but also through the shared magic of laughter and companionship. The Canadian adventure, marked by twists and turns, continued to unveil the strength of our connection—one meal, one joke, and one shared moment at a time.

His tone changed to disbelief, questioning her statement. He unconsciously pouted. "I couldn't be happy to meet her?" It was like a grunt. And he responded with laughter. Anna could hear it clearly through her phone. "You're laughing again," she pointed out, the annoyance showing not only on her lips but all over her face. "Really, what made you do that? Am I really that funny to you?" Laughter was still heard. But slowly, it reduced. "No offense, Ann. That's me. I find you funny, and that's a good thing. I mean, laughter is better than anger or crying, right?"

That person will turn into a beast, and he’ll only be able to watch, unable to do anything. Until one night, when Harbinger of Doom, the girl in his previous team, suddenly sent Andy a list of 60 hilarious jokes. Andy had been puzzled and nonchalant reading them at first, but as time went on, the jokes began to affect him, and he loosened up. Soon, Andy found himself laughing, and before he realized it, he calmed down and fell asleep. Surprisingly, it happened the next day and the day after. Before Andy realized it, he found himself expecting the jokes more and more. After all, they helped him calm down and forget his sorrow, even if it was for a brief moment.

even if it was for that moment and he would be bringing it up some other time. "So there was this woman, she said to her doctor---" her started, telling her jokes and jokes, some she had laughed to and others she had questioned, telling him it wasn't funny. Her Father had replied that it was,and that the only problem was that she didn't have high enough humour IQ to have gotten the joke. "So different jokes comes with different humour IQs and can only be appreciated by those with the adequate or exceeding humour IQs." "There are exceptions but that is mainly the general rule."

Arnav suddenly found himself softening, a rare chuckle slipping through his lips as his younger brother hurled curses in his face. There was something oddly comforting about it. A ridiculous, biting humor in the middle of the emotional wreckage he’d waded through for weeks. The absurdity of everything that had happened lately began to settle into something bitterly humorous. How chaos could sometimes be the only tether to reality

Eight people around a table that had only ever really been used for tense, formal dinners with business associates and the occasional deeply uncomfortable family occasion. It felt completely different with actual family in it. Complicated, messy, assembled through extraordinary circumstances, half of them strangers to each other a week ago — but family. David made everyone laugh twice during lunch, which surprised me because I didn’t know yet that he was funny. Genuinely, quietly funny, the kind of humor that arrived without announcing itself, a dry observation dropped into a silence that made the whole table shift. My mother laughed at the second one. A real laugh, the kind that reaches the