Uncontrollable Laughter Novels & Stories

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

I just couldn't entertain the thought of her being stressed. She was speechless. Her lips moved, yet no words came out. Then she did the strangest thing. She laughed. Huge, loud peals of laughter. She clapped her hand over her mouth, but it didn’t do anything to stem the flow of chortles. Tears ran down her cheeks, and still, she laughed. It was a sound I’d never heard from her, and while I had to admit, her laughter was highly infectious—I wasn’t amused at why she was laughing.

I placed my forehead on his arm to take deep breath. " Sorry I ran away from there but I could not hold my laughter anymore. It was hilarious. You should have seen your face. You looked absolutely shocked. I literally scared her as well. Did you see her face? " I said and kept laughing. He was smiling like anything. " You scared me as well. But now please stop laughing and come inside with me. " " Wait, I can't control my laughter. My famous laughter fit has hit me. " " What is your famous laughter fit? "

The room went silent. Then Sylvia lost it and a sharp, loud growl of laughter escaped her, then another, until she was shaking so violently that she could barely stand, clutching her stomach, and tears streaming down her face. "You... you puked on your rebellion?" she managed to say. "Oh, that's perfect. That's so perfectly you! Not a seductive mistake, a biological one!" she squeaked out, still laughing uncontrollably. I simply let her cackle until she ran out of breath because fighting Sylvia's laughter was a losing battle. It's never going to work.

How could I possibly keep my secret under the same roof with him? Shit… this isn’t good. Something about the absurdity of the moment broke me, and I laughed. At first it was small, a chuckle I couldn’t hold back, but then it grew until I was shaking my head, the sound spilling out uncontrollably. He glanced at me with furrowed brows, clearly not amused. “What’s so funny?” he asked. Still laughing, I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but everything is funny right now.” I exhaled deeply, forcing my face into a deadpan expression. “You aren’t serious, right?”

ANNALISE / LISA I started laughing before I could stop myself. The sound broke out of me suddenly, sharp and unrestrained, echoing far too loudly in the quiet office.It wasn’t the kind of laughter that came from humor. It came from pressure—too much of it—compressed into a single moment with nowhere else to go. Once it escaped, it refused to be pulled back in. I laughed harder, my shoulders lifting slightly as if the movement might justify the sound. Aiden froze.

I laughed. Clear, bright, unrestrained—perhaps the first time I had ever laughed so freely. My laughter filled the room, and on his face flickered a spark of surprise. “What’s so funny?” he asked, one brow rising, though his voice trembled with a smile. “Nothing,” I answered, shrugging lightly as I turned back to him. The linen draped loosely over me, the buttons still undone. “Only… I realized how hard it is for you to control yourself. And I swear, I’m not even doing anything provocative.”

My face felt like it was going to explode any second if I kept on trying to suppress my laughing emotion. ‘Pfft! Priya, please regain control immediately. I really can't hold my laughter!’. I said to her. Honestly, if I were in a close area, I would have let out my laughter without a care in the world. But right now, I was in the midst of other people. If I suddenly burst out laughing while an emergency was going on, would they not think that I was a psychopath? “Ha-!”. Before I could laugh completely, Priya took control, but since I could still see what she was seeing, I laughed out to my heart's content in the abyss.

— He sounds confused and frustrated. This just seems like a trigger for me to laugh more and more, reaching a point where even I forgot why. I feel tears come out of my eyes and I wipe them away, feeling my stomach hurt. — Oh... — I try to breathe in and pause the laughter. — I'm sorry... — I say and let out another laugh, then managing to control myself. — Calm down, that’s blood. - Do not tell me. — He says distressed. — Did you vomit that??

It's not funny! He pouted as he tried to control his laughter, and I couldn't take it any longer as he burst out laughing, followed by Chelsea who also let out hers. Maybe it was silly, but we were laughing so hard that my eyes started to water. When it became painful and he was gasping for air, we sought to stop. I took a deep breath trying to calm down.