Unspeakable Try Not To Laugh Novels & Stories

“Just… don’t go to him.” A bitter laugh escaped my throat. “Unbelievable.”

I walked out through the building entrance. Fine snow drifted down outside. The neighborhood was empty, nothing but the sound of wind. I looked at the dark bridge not far away. A thin layer of ice covered the river below it. A voice rose from somewhere deep inside me. “Jump. Then you will never hear those words again. “Jump, and no one will ever laugh at Dad because of you.” I walked toward the bridge, one step at a time. Back in Uncle Ray’s living room, Dad still smiled apologetically at the relatives.

"Shut the fuck up. You love my laugh." FYI it's not a donkey laugh. I like to think that I laugh like a normal person. "Yeah I fucking do."

He acted less than half his age most of the time. At the sound of his snort, I couldn't stop the twitch of my lips as I tried not to smile. I was pissed at him, no way was he going to make me laugh but very quickly, I was losing my battle. Have you ever tried not laughing with someone when they had an incredibly contagious laugh? It was damn near impossible. "Whatever!" I said, rolling my eyes before a smile finally broke out on my lips. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to look serious but Zach knew that he'd gotten away with his prank.

Laughter is contagious, and soon many people joined in, even Hedy couldn't help but snicker. Amanda and Jessica were dumbfounded, as if they had just realized something after hearing the laughter. Amanda screamed, "Ahhh! What are you laughing at?! Stop laughing! None of you are allowed to laugh!" "I said no laughing, got it!!" Jessica was also on the verge of a breakdown. I smirked. "What are you laughing at?! You b.tich!! You——" Amanda was gritting her teeth, unable to string a sentence together. I pretended to shake the bottle in my hand again, and both Amanda and Jessica recoiled in terror.

I covered my mouth with my free hand, the laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, fueled by a strange mix of adrenaline, shock, and total frustration. Laziel reached out, placing a firm, stabilizing hand on my shoulder, "Rhea. What is funny? This isn't funny. This is a serious threat. That person knows you, they're telling you they've been watching you for a long time." But I couldn't stop. The soft laugh turned into a full-blown, slightly hysterical cackle. I threw my head back, tears pricking my eyes, "Oh, God." I finally managed, wiping a hand across my eyes, trying to catch my breath, "I just... I just can't believe it."

I knew it wasn't possible but I also knew that it was very unlikely for him to stand before us here, if the security guards and the cameras hadn't gone for a sandwich break. So I tried to end the laughter if for anything, but for the fact that he was here and was capable of more harm than an anaconda snake and if I didn't stop, the past might have to repeat itself again. But the laughter had gone too deep and sarcastic to end well, so I had to give it a good time to ring loud and piercing before the remembrance that my kids had been mute for almost ten minutes, cut short the laughter and brought me properly to my senses.

She gasped, and went on, as though his dick was hitting all the right places. “I fuck you better than your husband,” Uncle Stephan said, a slanted smile stretching his lips as he worked his waist. My mother made a throaty groaning sound, and said, “Of course, now make me cum.” I looked at them, my eyes were like saucers, my mouth hanging open. I was shocked by what I was hearing, but the thought of watching them fuck, the sluttery and taboo words leaving them, only made it more exciting to watch.

A full, uncontrollable one that made a few people around us glance in our direction. I stared at him, completely unimpressed. “You think that is funny?” I asked flatly. “I am sorry,” he said between breaths, clearly not sorry at all. “I am just trying to picture you—Aiden, the man who controls everything—standing helpless in a bathroom with soap in his eyes.” I shook my head slowly and took a sip of my drink, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat in an attempt to calm the irritation building inside me. “It was not funny,” I muttered.

His head is bowed, but I can see his face turning red, trying to choke on his own laugh. A snort escapes me before I can stop it, then we both just lose it. We’re busting up, trying to muffle the sound in our hands, our whole bodies shaking with laughter. Tears are actually leaking from the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I manage to say to Diana, but I can’t fucking stop. It’s all just too much. “I’m sorry, Diana, I swear.” It takes a full minute for us to get ourselves under control.