Wholesome Jokes Novels & Stories

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

We started eating and just talk about music and his lame pick-up lines that I admit sells me. “I have a joke” he said while having a big bites on his bake mac. "What?" "What do you call a fat bee?" "What?" "CHUB-BEE zzz zzzz" I smile at his failed joke but he laughs with laughter it looks like he enjoyed his jokes before. "You know you just ate there so we could go home" he laughed and continued eating and so did I. After we east he paid the bills and drove me home. "See you tomorrow," I said as he looked out the window of his car.

Anvi became silent feeling shy but the smile didn't leave her face. "Nothing Bhaiya I was just telling Anvi the dentist joke." "The same you are using from high school?" "Yes." "Don't fall for his bad jokes Anvi. Nikhil you need to do more efforts." Bhaiya's comment made my wife grin. "I know Bhaiya. How about you give me training for that?" Our conversation on jokes went on until everyone finished their lunch. Bhaiya and Ahana were to stay longer but I and Anvi had to leave as we both had to do the packing because of our early morning flight the next day.

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

I manage a weak smile, the warmth in his voice cutting through the haze of pain for just a moment. “It… doesn’t feel… like it,” I gasp out, my voice shaky but laced with humor. His lips twitch into a small smile, and he huffs a quiet laugh. “You’re stronger than you think,” he says. “But if it helps, I can tell you a joke.” “A joke?” I rasp, incredulous. “Why not?” he replies, his tone light. “Anything to distract you.” He does tell me a joke—a terrible one about wolves and the moon—but it works. I laugh, or at least attempt to, though the sound is strained. For a while, his efforts help pull me out of the worst of it.

“Umm… Miss Gray, you know. I was only j…joking when I said that. I didn't mean it at all.” “Jokes,” Eve laughed. “How about I joke with your family’s business too?” “Wh..what?” “I like jokes and you like jokes too. That's perfect, right?”

"I'm actually hearing a Nascent Soul Realm kiddo saying that he was going to catch the Millennium Walking Corpse! Hahaha! This joke I can laugh for a year!" Zhi Luan laughed at him while hitting the ground and pointing at him. It was in tears of laughter. Xiao Chen frowned and glared at it, saying, "Ain't you annoying? I was just joking, stupid cat; you eat too much and get sick! Go away!" Then he kicked it and Zhiluan rolled on the ground a few times.

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.