Sans Laugh Novels & Stories

She had a funny sense of humor having nothing to do with 'ha ha'. "What's the matter, Syd?" Suzanne Parker, cheer squad leader and not my biggest fan, tossed her glossy blonde pigtails from her shoulders, though not as smoothly as she would normally. Her nasty smile seemed cut by the fact she could hardly focus on me. "Too good for us or something?" Her friends laughed while I waved my hand in front of my face. "Might want to lay off the booze, Suzanne," I said, disgusted by the waft of horrid breath I caught. "Getting a little ripe."

(Winona) “You and me, no strings attached. Just fun. You’ve got a hall pass, right? No one would be better at showing you what you’re missing.” I laugh, shaking my head, though the alcohol is making everything seem lighter, less serious than it should be. “You’re insane.” “Think about it,” Lance presses, his voice smooth, persuasive. “I’m not talking about love. This isn’t about some emotional thing.” He’s joking right?

He was just standing in front of me, the sincerity was in his eyes. Minutes have passed and we were still staring at each other. He was surprised when I suddenly burst into laughter. “W-Why are you laughing? W-What’s funny?” he asked innocently. “Your face! Hahaha! Your face is hilarious! Hahaha!” “M-My face?” he touched his face as if trying to find something. “W-What’s wrong with it?” I continue laughing. “Being so serious doesn’t suit you! Hahaha!” His brows furrowed. “What? What do you—Are you saying that I look like a fool?!”

Lucas felt rather resigned upon seeing this. He thought, "Why is there always someone laughing at me when I say so?" "Could it be that what I said is so funny?" "What are you laughing at?" On the side, Ansley became displeased as she swept her gaze over everyone in the hall. "You... you're asking us why we're laughing? Aren't you going to exterminate the Red Lotus Cult?" Ansley said unhappily, "The reason why you think it's ridiculous is that you know nothing about the strength of Senior!"

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

She muttered, wiping the wet corner of lips. "At least I don't react like you. Like averting gaze and then start gulping water!" He teased, but in a polite manner, not wanting to make her angry. "It was...ah, it was just I um…" He chuckled once again when she couldn't even find the words for her short explanation. Heer wanted to glare at him but couldn't. She couldn't understand why her eyes were enjoying this innocent, cute and laughing state of Sanam. It's rare! The voice of his laughter is so damn euphonious and pulchritudinous.

Sadie's fall from grace was common knowledge, and Yaslyn was no stranger to it. With a sardonic smile, Yaslyn taunted, "Oh? What's going on, Ms. Sabian? When your career hits a rough patch and your love life crumbles, do you have to make others unhappy?" Sadie, feeling attacked, could not hide the exhaustion beneath her thick layer of makeup. She retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're not buying this dress, and it's not reserved for anyone. Don't you understand that? Why do you think I'd make you unhappy?"

The laughter started small. It did not erupt or announce itself. It surfaced between sentences, slipped into pauses, threaded itself through conversations that had nowhere to rush to. It was the kind of laughter that did not seek permission or worry about being overheard. Lillian noticed it first when Henry laughed so hard he had to sit down. He had been listening to Marcus explain something that involved absolutely no danger but had been delivered with the seriousness of a tactical briefing. The contrast struck Henry just right. His laugh burst out, unrestrained, contagious.

I told Sandy once the chaos of the Luna Ceremony was handled and we were alone in the Alpha’s bedroom. Sandy shrugged. “You told me to destroy something she cherished and loved.” “I meant a fucking trinket or doll. Not her fucking cat!” Sandy turned her beautiful face towards me, her perfectly groomed eyebrows raised at the harshness of my tone. “You wanted her to suffer for Colin, remember?” “Yeah, but I’m not sadistic enough to order the murder of an old and defenseless cat. And then have it stuffed!” Sandy walked towards me, her beautiful blue eyes never wavered from my hostile gaze until she was mere inches away.

She started panicking. She sent another text. [Are you really that mad?] It turned out her phone number had also been blocked. She felt uneasy. She walked into the hospital room and sat down by Easton’s bedside. “I said online that I was unmarried. That probably hurt Cillian pretty badly. Work with me tomorrow, and let’s make another statement to clear things up.” Easton pouted his lips in grievance. “Are you asking me to tell everyone that I’m just the other guy?