Sans Laugh Novels & Stories

His eyes snap to mine immediately, his jaw getting tight after being caught. “What’s not to like?” I counter, holding my arm out of the cart. “The view is breathtaking and one of a kind. The weather is beautiful. It’s relaxing. Maybe I need to take up golf as a hobby.” This makes him laugh. I’m learning to love the sound of his laugh—the real one. He has a sarcastic one he uses often, but this real one, the one that rumbles deep in his chest…it’s kind of sexy. Can you find a man’s laugh sexy without finding him sexy?

when Saaransh and Vansh burst in a laugh and Vihaan passed a teasing smile at her. Shana's mouth opened up in surprise. She could not believe they all were pulling her legs! It took less than a second for her embarrassment to turn into anger and, she busted off" What? Do you think it is fun?" Her anger seemed to double Vansh's joy and, he laughed more. Though, Saaransh and Vihaan were not ready to take the risk and were no longer the participant. With fuming eyes and flaring nose, she looks at Vansh who spoke in between his laughs" Come on beautifool, it was really, fun! You should have looked at your face. It was as red as a ripe tomato."

Charlie drained the remaining contents of her glass and reached for the bottle again. “you can’t say that you moron.” Sana chided. “you’re going to make her sad.” I laughed with feigned humor. “you can say whatever you want. It’s fine. I’m over Sin.” “No, you’re not.” Three voices echoed back at me. For some reason, that was so very hilarious to us, we all burst into laughter, tears running down our eyes and nail polishes forgotten. I wasn’t really over Sin, but I was getting there. Maybe. Probably.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

Each joke built on the last until Laura nearly choked on a french fry, and they had to pause the laughter long enough to make sure she didn't actually die. Once she caught her breath, the four of them dissolved into uncontrollable giggles again, tears rolling down their cheeks, the kind of laughter that made your ribs ache and your face hurt. For a moment, Sloane thought—yeah, this was exactly what she needed. No overthinking, no heartbreak. Just fries, friends, and Britney.

That was something that the of them shared, and as they were looking for booths to try, Sane told her about his experience in the horror booth instead, and she was laughing as he told her how awful he was in there. The girl wasn’t hard to be with as she also knew how to make the atmosphere lighter for the both of them, and Sane also found out that they shared a lot of common interests. The girl also loved eating croissants, and she didn’t like sweets that much, just like him. They were able to do a lot of things, even took photos of the both of them in the photo booth, and the more time passed, the more Sane forgot that he was there because he needed to be there. He was actually enjoying her

"Hahaha....!" Clara burst out in laughter. "Yeah, it's funny..." Sanaya gaped at her. "Sorry, but I can not just stop... Laughing hahaha..." "It is not funny at all. Here I am pissed off and you can not stop laughing? wow. Fine, I am going to work then." Clara held Sanaya's hand as she got up to the chair. "Sorry babe. It just... Our male God is too much cute so I just can not help... Help it." Clara tried not to laugh again.

Susan laughed, "oh dear! Don't worry, I'll help you in choosing your birthday, moreover, I don't think your selection is ugly, because you looks pretty no matter what you wear, so you don't have to worry about your taste." Luna sighed, "neither I've a good taste in dresses, nor I've a good taste in men, in both aspects I sucks, because you've seen the man I've crush in the past, now looking at him, I'm disgusted by my own taste" Susan can't help but to laugh, "I agree." Both of them laughed, they're talking about their tastes and in the matters they sucks, hearing each other, they can't help but to laugh more and more forgetting all the things that are going through.

Zayn said nonchalantly. A man was running short of breath from laughing when he said, “It’s very funny. It’s the funniest joke I’ve heard this year. The Larson Group is yours, Zayn Larson. Hah-hah. I’m going to post that online, and I’m sure it’ll go viral.”

“Of course not. I’ve had my fair share of farts too.” Piper joked, “Good point, I can smell it across the screen.” Freya chimed in, “I, for one, am upset about you two farting.” Lana: “You got a problem? Do you want me to fart in your face right now?” Freya: “Don’t make me kick you out of the group.” Lana: “Ohh, save me Caprice and Piper!” Piper: “Good luck with that. I can’t help you.”