Riddle Jokes Novels & Stories

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

The employee was on edge, but Seth cut him off with a sharp tone before he could finish. "What are you talking about? Over a hundred cancellations?" He stepped forward and grabbed the employee by the collar. "Is there some mistake? These customers paid deposits. Why would they all cancel at once?" Lily pushed her way in, fixing a hard gaze on the employee. "There's got to be a mistake. Check it again! "Is this some kind of sick joke? Someone pretending to be a customer just to mess with us?"

Zoe answered, to Zara's uttermost shock. “You don't know that?” She questioned, her eyes widening in alarm. She could or believe anyone would not know a riddle as simple as that. “Yeah,” Zoe answered, totally not into what she was saying. “Okay. What about this one? Why did the cracker go see the doctor?” Zara questioned again. “I do not know either,” Zoe responded monotonously, “And again, this joke and riddle sounds very boring,” she lamented. “This was your favorite part though,” Zara mumbled, pouting her face pitifully and sadly.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

I teased as I hear him laughing under his throat. "Knock knock." He calls out. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Not what. But who. Again, knock knock." he insisted. I chuckle when I realized that he was going to tell me another knock knock joke. "Fine. Who's there?" "Waiter." "Waiter who?" "Waiter I get my hands on you." I laughed aloud and I can hear him laughing with me too. His jokes are getting into me and even though they are somewhat corny, it was still very much hilarious. “That was one of my sexy knock-knock jokes." he sounded so proud.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

Especially if you're looking for a little bit of trouble. "Hari-ah, I have a joke for you!" Oh no, he's back. The puns! The jokes! The sarcastic laughs! "What is it this time Josh?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay, do you know who's fault is it every time I smile?" He asked with a lopsided smile. "Who's fault is it?" I answered. "Yours of course." He winked. Ack! He got me. Again. "Haha, very funny. Are you finally done?" I rolled my eyes.

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

“Oh, Trisha just told the funniest joke.” Fiona raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A joke? From Trisha? This I’ve gotta hear.” “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get it,” Trisha said, still grinning. “Alright, here goes. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Fiona blinked, trying to think. “I dunno. Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts!” Trisha finished with a flourish, proud of herself. Kathryn cracked up again, and Fiona couldn’t help but join in, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, that’s bad, but it’s funny. You should be a stand-up comedian, Trisha.”

SCARLETT'S POV. I was completely right. The party was boring as hell, and from the looks of things we weren't even near done here. And then even worse, the annoying as fuck MC who thoughts his jokes were so funny but they were obviously not, had been wasting so much time on the third segment of the programme which was jokes and riddles, that I almost threw my shoe at him. If I heard one more uncle joke coming from his mouth, I could just do it right there, damning all the consequences.