Sickness Humor Novels & Stories

best way to mud my father's name. I couldn't be a disappointment to my parents. I just couldn't. "Pardon my manners, Princess Haera. Welcome to the midst of the wisest and thank you for joining us despite the rumor we heard." Jared spoke. "A rumor? If you are referring to the state of my health, then I must clarify that it isn't just a rumor. I'm indeed sick." I corrected Jared because I knew they were trying to play on my intelligence by beating around the bush. They were the wisest but I wasn't the most stupid person alive. Jared didn't act like he was surprised I came out clean. "I assumed it was a rumor because you didn't care to inform the pack or the council about it and I must say, y

One could never expect from him to be serious. "I am a straight man too." I asserted towards him, raising my voice with a poker face. "Who knows?" He voiced out which irritated me more. Oh Jesus Chirst, save him before I successfully murder him and his lame humor. "Can you just kill me?" I asked, frustratingly. "You should not be worrying, you know you will die anyway." He answered back. "What the fuck? I just can not make sense of, how the fuck you and your thick brain could think of such a lame humor." I asserted back to him.

Summer walked in and teased, "I would like it." His arrival brightened the ward the more and they laughed happily. "I was about to say that I wish I were a patient so that Madam would also bring food for me," Ben added, and they laughed. "How do you feel?" Dr. Summer asked. Indeed, laughter does remarkable things for the soul, especially when sickness is involved. In Paschal’s case, with the people around him and the laughter they bring his way, his healing will come soon. "I'm well," he responded.

The word ‘chaste’ to describe him is really funny. “Hey, what is that look you are giving me and also that expression of yours? I’m serious.” He muttered, put down the tissue box and drank two mouthfuls of mineral water. Being a sick man was really not easy. He had to use his brains and had to talk a lot. Currently, the Demon of Sickness was wreaking havoc in his body and his brain reaction was not alert. “I request for this trial to be held another day.” He groaned.

He suggested, seriously. "No! "I interrupted, shameful of all my despair in a single word. "I don't want that to happen. I just want to say that it is difficult to admit anything if you can make fun of it later. "My sense of humor only reaches certain parameters, Bunny," he said, sincerity going through his words. "Silty is important to avoid some headaches, but the whole world knows what happens in a club like this. And those who don't know, keep their distance.

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

“My family owned this before but this is mine now and I manage this. They’re busy with their company” “That’s sick!” “You look really surprised” “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you were a good-for-nothing jerk” “Hey! You’re insulting me!” “Am I? My bad” I jokingly replied. I know he’s not the type that easily gets insulted. He has deep humor and wits which makes him very versatile when dealing with words spitted out to him. “What about you? You’re alone?” “Uhm… ye---” “Zae!!”

Russell made a strangled sound, but I ignored it. “So,” I leaned forward, “Tell me, doc. Is there a virus going around? Some weird disease that makes men suddenly fall in love with strangers?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Lucian, you are not sick.” I squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s a rare condition? ‘Sudden Woman-Obsession Syndrome’?” That was the final straw. Dr. Russell lost it. Despite his best efforts, he burst into laughter, a full-bodied cackle that had him wheezing and clutching his stomach. He was laughing so hard that his glasses slid down his nose, and his chair nearly tipped backward.

The lies spewed out of me with practiced ease, the charisma of a man who was well versed in the art of bullshitting. Saki fell for it hook, line and sinker, and I hated myself a little bit more with each passing minute. “I hope she gets better,” she said, voice soft and understanding, “Now I feel so silly, freaking out over your absence when you were going through tough times.”

One of the senior executives, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, added, “Maybe we should get Jerry to do all our presentations. At least then we’d be laughing through the pain.” Jerry leaned forward, adopting a more serious tone but still with a twinkle in his eye. “In all seriousness, folks, humor might not solve our problems, but it can definitely help us think more clearly. When you’re not bogged down by stress, you can see solutions you might have missed before.” The atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably. What had been a dire and despondent meeting was now infused with a lighter, more hopeful energy. People were exchanging ideas more freely, the initial doom and gloom replaced b