Uncontrollable Laughter Novels & Stories

Liel smiled, ang cute nila hohoho. "Sakit no'n ah!" Reklamo naman ni Niccolo. Nauna yata ang pwet niya sa pagbagsak. Liel faced us, "So what I was saying was we couldn't even pinpoint kung nasaan 'yung mga tao because of these explosions. Malamang ay hindi rin mahahanap ni Wil using his abilities." Totally right. As what I have observed, andaming kayang gawin ng mga abilities nila, at kayang-kaya pa nila itong kontrolin, unlike mine, an uncontrollable ability.

Riddhi shook me to take me out of my trance and that's when I burst into fits of laughter. He was looking so funny and that dance, I realized that Dhruv Kapoor was a terrible dancer. I didn't know what was he trying to do when the song was playing but it was too funny to handle. He tried to twerk and belly dance. The belly dance was fine, but that twerk was weird, no it was really very weird. It was so difficult to control my laugh, everyone joined me in the laughter session. Dhruv was looking embarrassed and was scratching the back of his neck. At one point, I felt bad for him and I suppressed my laugh so that he doesn't feel bad, but again I started laughing. My eyes filled with happy tear

~Lyra~ Camilla laughed. Not a small laugh. Not a nervous chuckle. I’m talking about a full-blown, head-thrown-back, mouth-wide-open, mascara-smearing, unhinged kind of laugh. That ugly, cackling, teeth-baring sound that makes you instantly uncomfortable just listening to it. She was clutching her side like she’d just heard the best joke of her life, like someone had handed her a script for a comedy special and said, “Here, this one’s about you losing your damn mind in real time.”

The laughter erupted. Loud. Uncontrolled. I threw my body back in the chair, covering my eyes with my hand as I laughed. It was too absurd. It sounded like a badly written script for a cheap B-drama. “You’re… laughing?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “I’m roaring with laughter!” I answered, slowly composing myself, wiping away a tear of mirth. “Because all of this… it’s unreal.” Henrique stared at me blankly, as if he didn't know whether I had gone mad or just lost control.

Father was planning to lock me away. To dispose of me. To turn me into someone else’s problem. I waited until Zulu’s footsteps had faded into nothing. Waited until the only sound in the room was my own ragged breathing. And then— I laughed. Sharp, breathless laughter that tore up my throat like broken glass. It bubbled up, uncontrollable, spilling out in waves, and I didn’t understand why. I just knew I had to laugh. Had to laugh and laugh and laugh. Until my throat burned.

Valerie. The laugh was not performed. That is the thing I want to establish first, because it matters, because the quality of it, the specific unguarded quality of a laugh that arrives before the person laughing has decided to laugh, is relevant to everything that followed. Not a social laugh. Not the calibrated variety that people produced in rooms where calibration was the register. The kind that came from somewhere below the level of management and arrived without asking permission and was, in the moment of its arriving, simply what it was.

He kept cackling, so I just scratched my head in confusion while Levi started laughing too. Before I knew it, I was caught up in their giggles. I clutched my stomach—I had no idea what was funny, but I couldn’t stop laughing! We looked like lunatics in the hallway. I had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over I was laughing so hard. Wait—my aunt always said too much laughing could kill you. I shot my eyes open at the memory and tried to stop, but damn it—I just couldn’t! “Stop!” I gasped between laughs. But every time I heard either of them snicker, I’d burst out again. This must be what it feels like to be crazy!

" I immediately apologized before he could say angry words at me. He closed his mouth, picking an already arranged file then chuckled. Wait, he just chuckled. "You're so funny." He chuckled again. What was happening? Another chuckle? How was I so funny enough to make this grumpy devil in the human body laugh? He chuckled again, raising his head from the file to glance at me, letting another chuckle escape him. Soon enough, the chuckle turned into laughter. He laughed uncontrollably. His laughter was starting to scare mne because it absolutely didn't match his personality. I stared at him in wonder and it seemed to make him laugh even more.

The door clicked shut, and for a heartbeat the cabin was silent. Then Ciara burst into laughter. Not a polite laugh. Not a nervous one. A full, uncontrollable, doubled‑over laugh that shook her whole body. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to stop, but every time she looked at me, she lost it all over again. And God help me — I started laughing too. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed like that. Not the polite kind I used in meetings. Not the sharp kind I used with my siblings. This was real. Unexpected. Warm.

A sound erupted from my throat before I could stop it. It started as a low, bitter chuckle, and rapidly swelled into a dark, echoing laugh that scraped harshly against the cold marble walls. I threw my head back, my shoulders shaking, completely unbored by the danger of my situation. I laughed at the absurdity of it. I laughed at the pathetic, parasitic nature of the man standing in front of me. "You think this is funny?" Uncle Robert snapped, his delusion fracturing as my laughter pierced his fragile ego. His hands curled back into white-knuckled fists at his sides.