Sardonic Humor Novels & Stories

Jon admits. “You know what? I don’t either.” I open my eyes, looking around the dark room. I can’t see Jon, and even if I roll over and look him in the eyes, his expression will be hard to read. It doesn’t make sense, but there’s something safe about the dark. It hides the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts. “I say things like that with sarcasm and dark humor, but it’s not really funny, is it?” “Sometimes you laugh so you don’t cry.”

The person beside her shot her a disapproving look, but she didn't care. She muttered under her breath, her words laden with sarcasm. "Oh, Mr. Sinclair, you're truly a visionary. I can hardly contain my excitement for your groundbreaking ideas." As Mace continued his speech, Nysaa couldn't resist interjecting with her biting commentary. "Yes, yes, the world has been waiting with bated breath for your words of wisdom. Please, enlighten us further." Her snarky remarks drew glances from those around her, but she remained undeterred. Mace's grandiose speech and self-assured demeanor were a perfect target for her biting humor.

Then she pressed her lips together tightly. Sure, not at all her fault, actually she's not too wrong but he never felt very offended by what people say before, but she was right 'sarcasm' before maybe she didn't mean to tease spat him like that, or offend him, but he couldn't help hold up when she did tried to compare him with his job, it can turn into a lot of humiliation and reproach, maybe for her who expresses annoyance and anger by using harsh words but for him it drops his self-esteem by expressing a sharp insinuation that she has not yet understood the truth behind his attitude like other people, God … why she don’t believe him, doesn't she understand he did that just for 'her'. Ironi

Ordering the servants around. "Of course it's you, who could I be speaking to if not you? The furnitures or the roof? Or is there someone else in this to I haven't noticed?" He giggled at his sarcasm. He seemed comfortable and in a good mood. He looked interested in speaking with me, he uses sarcasm only whenever I had done something wrong and he wants to punish me. His sarcasm this time was filled with positive aura. He was speaking like this had always been the way we interact with each other.

He was substantially larger than the other two, so the way he glared down at me gave me a seriously bad vibe. "I'm sorry," I said, regaining my voice, but being careful to keep my usual sarcasm and cynicism out of it. Sardonicism was not the way to handle this situation. "Does the way I speak offend you in any way?" "You sassin' me? 'Cause the last person who sassed me and my friends got their face punched so hard, their nose looked like putty," the final goon, a black-haired, blue-eyed monstrosity, replied, his words slurred and grammatically incorrect. I looked over that fact though, thinking it wouldn't be wise if I pointed out his wrongs involving grammar.

“Because it makes you laugh?” He clicked his tongue, a smile on his face. “You finally get it.” I rolled my eyes. “But ONLY you does it make laugh. Real jokes are so funny everyone around would burst into laughter, not them crying while you’re having a blast.” “A joke is a joke.” “…Your sense of humor is rotten,” I ended up muttering, hissing as his rough fingers tugged at the bandage wrapped around my ribs. The cloth peeled away sticky and damp, and the stench of dried blood hit my nose. I fought the urge to gag.

He carped aloofly. "No?" He gave me an unamused look."Talking to you is like talking to a broken record of comebacks and sarcastic comments." "I prefer witty comments, not sarcastic." I remarked dully. "My point proven." He looked less amused with me, yet still fascinated at the same time. What could possibly be fascinating? I couldn't possibly make myself any more-irritating, frankly. "You also don't ever smile." To that, I plastered on a smile. "What is this then?"

He shouldn't! He chuckled humorlessly. "I so love the way you lie, right straight into my eyes." He said, full of sarcasm. I froze. Oh no...

“There have been plenty of times I could’ve run away, gotten help, but I didn’t.” He reached out and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “Because I’d kill you.” “At this point, I’m trying to live as long as I can. Therefore, I don’t want to piss your psychotic ass off.” “You push my buttons constantly.” I let out a little laugh. “Yeah, but that’s fun. You make it too easy.” “Why are you such a sarcastic pain in my ass?” I shrugged. “Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.”

"Nice is the nice way to say boring." There he was again, attacking. "Guess we're fitting then. And no. Nice as in you can talk to him. He knows how to listen. And- and he's funny too." "I'm funny." I huffed. "Not really." his eyebrows shot up at my disagreement and I couldn't help a small laugh. "Sarcastic? Yes. But you're not funny, are you?" "If you mean I'm not a clown, then you're right. I'm not." he grumbled and now was my turn to roll my eyes at his grimacing expression.