Romans & histoires Sarcasm Stories

It came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”

Then Sienna started laughing—real, genuine laughter that shook her entire body. "What?" Marcus asked, though he was smiling. "We're fucking in a kitchen like we're in a bad romance novel," she said. "And I don't even care. This is insane." "Completely insane." He kissed her forehead. "But also—" "Also the best thing that's happened to you in years?" She pulled back enough to look at him. "I know. It's the same for me."

"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.

Corvina had imagined her entire future with him and had to do a complete about-face when he crushed her with a text message one night. “Well, if you put it that way, I don’t know why everyone isn’t a sugar baby.” “Well you see actually Emily, this may be the best idea. Ask your friend about it. I’m totally down to try it. Just imagine it, we're living in high life and all we just have to do is suck some old man’s cock,” Corvina said sarcastically. “Shut up,” Emily laughed, throwing the empty bowl to Corvina playfully. The next morning, Corvina went to work. During her much-needed break, she immersed herself in her phone, trying desperately to blot out her coworker’s complaints about how much

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

Another round of grumble blessed my ears and when the complaining words ended with that tone of annoyance mixed with sarcasm, I cracked up again and harder. “Emotional and you?? Good joke.” I laughed while holding my stomach. “Haha, very funny…” sarcasm dropped off the words as N spoke. “I know, right!!” I teased, breathing between the good laugh I have Suddenly a thought surrounded my mind and I couldn’t help but smile only at some memories that were similar to this and certainly were the best of the times of my life. Remembering the good old days when such banter was more often… when laughing and jesting was the most common thing between us. I was pulled out of our halcyon memories when N

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

he added in sarcasm as Sarah bit hard on her lips in fury. “Fuck you Richard, I can at least let you know that life badly spent won’t escape your burial poster when my team catches up with you. You can as well get ready to meet your boss, the devil!” She yelled in frustration but Richard only found her funny and crazy as he spread his lips in what looked like a smile but was too brief for the shortest smile.

“I once tripped walking into a conference hall. In front of investors. Once though.” He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And did you recover?” “I pretended it was intentional.” “Of course you did.” Their laughter came easier than she expected. Effortless. Not forced. Not strategic. She told him about a disastrous attempt at cooking local food during one of her business trips. He countered with a story about mistaking a spicy pepper for something mild and paying for it dramatically. “You cried?” she teased. “Briefly,” he said with mock dignity. “But only internally.”