Villainous Laugh Novels & Stories

Told you, that girl is dangerous. Max, however, couldn't control himself. He started laughing like a hyena. Heck! Why was his laughter so contagious? Before, it was just Alex but now that I think about it, I think all bad boys when they laugh, they make people start laughing too but well, it might be just me who thinks that. But then again, maybe it's because they rarely laugh and when they do actually laugh, they sound so much like the villains in comedy movies whose laugh are like big HA HA HA HA ! See, I told you, it is so funny. I bet you're currently laughing right now. Since he was laughing his ass off a bit too much, he slump down on the floor and hugged his belly tightly. I know it h

Like it had given up trying to remember its original shape. She looked like a bad cartoon villain who’d lost a fight with a meat tenderizer. For one insane second, I stared and I tried to stop...bit my lip so hard I tasted blood but the sight was too ridiculous so I burst out laughing. A loud, choking, uncontrollable laugh that escaped before my brain could stop it. I tried ..really tried ...to stop but then she whimpered. And it sounded exactly like those fake moans the servants had mimicked. I lost it again...quiet, helpless giggles that shook my shoulders.

I didn't realize he had already withdrawn from me "What? She's a replica of you, isn't she?" he laughed while stroking my face. This wasn't funny, he should be using something like…I'd buy you candies or more toys, not money "Chill…she only listens to me when I promise her millions…she doesn't even know the meaning of millions"Victor added with full laughter. I was rendered helpless as I stared at him laughing. It was rare to see his genuine laugh. So beautiful that I couldn't help watching him in amusement. Those tiny dimples on each cheek. The way his eyes narrowed into slits as he laughed made me feel relaxed. He wasn't so bad after all.

he added, brushing a thumb on my cheeks, that made my skin crawl. His smile widened. “It comes from people like me, we build boys like him and make them who they are in future. You should be thankful.” I spat at him and the saliva landed on his cheek, for a second the room went completely still, then something dark flickered behind his eyes. He released my hair slowly, wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and then he began to laugh. The laughter was disturbing, it made him look like a maniac who just escaped from a facility.

He didn't look angry. He looked at me with a profound, soul-deep exhaustion, as if I were a child trying to explain the sun to a man who had lived in a cave. Then, he laughed. It wasn't a sound of amusement. It was a dark, hollow vibration that seemed to come from the very bottom of his lungs, a sound that contained the ghosts of every year he had spent living as a lie. It was the laugh of a man who had seen the gears of the world and knew they were lubricated with blood.

“Home wrecker. Gold digger. Liar. You probably planned this from the start…get close to Damien, get him to feel sorry for you, milk him for everything…” I clapped. Loud. Slow. Like a villain in a movie. Both of them froze. Then I laughed. Not a cute laugh. Not a friendly one. A sharp, unhinged laugh that made them both take a step back. “Are you done?” I asked, tilting my head. “Or do you want to keep embarrassing yourself?” Malia’s eyes narrowed. “You think this is funny?” “Oh, Alicia,” I said sweetly, “this is adorable. Truly. You practiced that speech in the mirror, didn’t you?”

A sinister grin played by the corner of her lips, her lips quivering, her eyes laced with anger, she gulps down nothing for the umpteenth time, followed by a maniacal laugh. "Are you crazy? Is this the time to laugh? This might get you into a lot of trouble," she scolded, but Elena continued laughing and stopped at once, looking like a real villain. "Sometimes they say laughter eases pain. I just wanted to feel better about this. "She wallows in deep pain, trying not to show it.

“This is the man you all worship like some untouchable god! So weak… so helpless… and still, he dares to laugh at me?” She turned back to Damian, her expression twitching in irritation. “What’s so funny?” she snarled, dark energy crackling in her palms. But Damian didn’t answer with words. He laughed again. Not loud—but low and deep, like thunder rolling beneath the earth. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t pained. It was maddeningly calm. His eyes—though reddened and bleeding from the edges—were sharp. Alive. Unbroken. It was the kind of laugh that didn’t beg for mercy…

In the underworld, Smoke was filled everywhere, in a corner, Mike and the underworld don was busy was busy making a bargain. "Are you sure, you will get the job done in three days,uncle?" Mike asked his secret underworld don "Can I really trust you?" James as he was popularly know, laughed so much that he almost laughed out blood. "Kiddo, are you asking me how I do my job?" James asked laughing. "No, not like that" Mike tried to laugh along.