Sans Laugh Novels & Stories

Jesus Christ it’s very frustrating, sometimes I wish I was boy, I mean they don't have blood gushing out their vagina every month for 7 days and they don't go into labour when they are giving birth, so why not. I walked out of the castle and towards the training field where everyone was, I made my way towards the front to see Aspen. Might I say he looks incredibly sexy. I looked at him to see a smirk on his face which was then replaced with a frown when his eyes connected with mine. He was dressed in nothing but black shorts and his running shoes. I watched as he laughed with the group of girls surrounding him, it broke my heart, seeing him with someone else.

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."

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.

Not far away, Sarah couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. The faint sound made Leon glance over, puzzled. “What’s so funny?” Sarah quickly looked away and shook her head. “Nothing. Just thought of something.” “I would’ve expected you to be terrified,” Leon said, his tone laced with mockery. “Pretending to be Sarah Sanders—aren’t you afraid of being exposed? But here you are, smiling. Seems your nerves are stronger than I thought.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sarah replied coolly, not even bothering to meet his eyes.

“Are you feeling better? Your eyes don’t hurt anymore?” Nanay Unday asked her with concern. “It still stings a little, but it’s much better than before.” She replied, frowning when she noticed that everyone in the kitchen, including their boss, was trying to hold back their laughter. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, but fine, hold back your laughs until you accidentally fart.” She said, irritated, but then she heard Xavier’s loud laughter followed by the others. “What’s so funny?” She asked, annoyed, although for some reason, she wanted to smile. Her attention was on her boss…

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?"

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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 protested between giggles. He pointed at one of the pieces. “You moved this when I wasn’t looking.” “I did not!” “You distracted me with that smile.” “So it’s my fault you can’t focus?” He looked up at me slowly. “That smile is a tactical weapon.” I dissolved into laughter again, the sound echoing into the air. It felt so good to laugh without restraint, without worrying how I sounded, without bracing for judgment. With Darius, laughter had always been measured. Controlled. Appropriate.