Boring Novels & Stories

I blinked. “Is it that obvious?” “Yes.” “That’s embarrassing.” Leo leaned casually against the stone edge of the fountain. “So what’s going on in your head?” “Nothing interesting.” “I doubt that.” “I’m serious.” “Then tell me anyway.” I hesitated for a second before answering. “I was just bored.” Leo laughed quietly. “Bored? In this house?” “Exactly.” “That’s a new complaint.” “You try living here without a job or responsibilities.” “I wouldn’t complain.”

Eliza I feel like I’m always on my phone. There’s really nothing else to do here, and I’m all out of white paint so I’m not making any progress on my latest painting. Lev is supposed to be getting me some tomorrow, but until then, I’m flicking my thumb through videos at an increasing rate. I’m just bored, but it’s becoming unbearable. I read something about that once. The human brain can’t go long without stimulation, or it legitimately becomes torture, and you can go insane.

Mrs. Lilian, who had earlier made up an excuse of being emotionally stressed, soon found herself growing restless. After spending a few minutes alone, she became bored. She had tried a couple of activities she usually found fun—reading a magazine, scrolling through her phone, even arranging her jewelry—but none of them held her interest. Nothing seemed to capture her attention or lift her mood. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the company, her son Wilson, and the unsettling news swirling around the Palma family.

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I was bored out of my mind. Not the normal kind of bored where you scroll through your phone for five minutes and suddenly life feels better. No. This was the heavy kind of boredom that sits on your chest and makes every second feel longer than it should. The apartment was quiet, too quiet actually, and after a few hours of sitting around doing absolutely nothing I started feeling like I was trapped inside a cage. Victor and Sammy hasn’t even being away for a day and am already feeling like this. Completely alone.

He turned pale when he saw my expression. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Instead of the chat box, his computer screen now showed my medical report. He instantly hugged me, looking nervous. “What happened, babe?” I looked at him and let the tears fall. “No news either this month.” He glanced at the screen and heaved a sigh of relief. “Geez, you scared me. Didn’t I say we could take it slow with having kids? You’re getting worked up again.”

I think wrily. My girls are being boring again – holed up in the library with their noses in books. Ugh. So nerdy. Honestly, it's enough to just pay attention in class and do the homework, and boom: you pass. The tests never go beyond that, and I doubt the exams will either. Studying more than that is just a waste of precious life energy. Even Tessa’s ghosting today. I haven’t seen her all morning, which is tragic, because she’s the only one who can bring some sass to my soul-crushingly dull day. So boooring.

And my dick springs to attention in my pants, the shameless fucker. I can't believe I'm acting like a typical male, I'm kind of ashamed of myself. "What?" She asks noticing I was staring. "Nothing, I have it set up already." I say passing the remote to her. "Thanks," she says squealing and she plops down on the bed logging into her N*****x account and the next thing I know we're watching Big Bang theory laying side by side on her bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I wake up the next morning laying down next to sleeping Alexis, we had fallen asleep last night while watching tv.

"Sorry, implying that you beat your meat is pretty sexist of me. Flicking the bean." "Focus." I squeezed his jaw between my fingers, making him give me kissy duck lips. I could see the lazy swing of his tail behind him, hypnotically voicing his pleasure when his lips couldn't. "Just tell me what you meant." "I got bored one day." Zee watched me as I relaxed my grip but stayed where he was cradled in my hand. The tip of his long rough tongue skirted across the pulse point in my wrist, and my breath hitched. "There's not much to do in the Pit. A lot of repletion and a fuck ton of tedious paperwork. You can only flay the human body so many ways before it all starts to feel…meaningless."

“Yes. I’m bored.” Bates slowly raised his right eyebrow, regarding me like I was losing my mind. He shut the folder without taking his eyes off me and tossed it on the large wooden table where the men had been gathered just twenty minutes ago. Their empty glasses still remained because the maids knew better than to interrupt us. “You have everything any man could ever want. How the hell could you be bored?” “Good question.” Bates turned silent as he waited for me to elaborate. When I didn’t speak, he pressed forward. “The women are boring you?”

"Get off the table." "No." He looks at me then. Really looks at me. Not the dismissive glances he’s been offering me so far. It’s a heavy, weighted stare that feels like a physical touch. It heats my skin, flushing the back of my neck. "You are bored," he states. “So now you annoy me?” "I’m climbing the walls," I admit. "I have an IQ of 145 and I’ve spent the last day staring at a concrete floor. My brain is eating itself. I need input. Since you won't give me a computer, you have to be my entertainment."