Frustrated Gif Novels & Stories

Poor girl and her trust issues. “Ivy has refused to talk to me. I think she is still annoyed about what happened yesterday even though I apologized,” I could hear Harper tell Alex. Hearing her gossip about me right in my presence was frustrating but I kept it in. It made me want to eat more. “Just eat…” Alex told her. “Oh really?” Harper’s eyes had begun to get teary. “You confessed your love for me in the bedroom yesterday but today, you even refuse to listen to someone you love. I should just shut my damn mouth, huh!”

I slumped back in my chair, feeling defeated. I let out a depressed sigh, my frustration was at the boiling point now. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. Without thinking I opened my chat window with Eros. This was a habit I had developed over the past few months, whenever I was stressed, felt stuck or confused about something, I would seek her cormfort.

What the actual fuck? This was all SO frustrating! Trista. Her stupid asshole boyfriend. Her son’s face that I couldn’t get out of my mind. And Hazel with her human mate. UGH! I slammed on the steering wheel in utter frustration and accidentally hit the horn.

My fingers gripped the balcony railing; my nails dug into the metal as if somehow I could channel the fury into something tangible. “Do you want some help?” I asked again, waiting, hoping he really wasn't with Marcus, that he genuinely was busy in the entire place of work of his! “No. You should not, I'll be home tomorrow, alright baby?”he responded, sending me kiss emojis ,That emoji slapped me. My stomach somersaulted, and a cold, bitter weight settled in my gut. In dejection, I let the phone fall onto the railing and cursed under my breath. With an angry snap, I closed my laptop and slammed the half-eaten food into the table. The noise reverberated across the balcony as shards of frustrat

He shook his head wistfully and whispered, "I don't know how to stop trying, either." Rolling my eyes, I sighed loudly. Then I muttered, "I'm really frustrated." "I know," he said. He paused, thinking, and then added, "I didn't mean to frustrate you. And I didn't mean to... well, I shouldn't have done anything with you."

It frustrated me. I remember how I cried and slammed my hand on the floor in frustration because I could not even understand or imagine the kind of pain I would pass through just to get home. And the fact that the car was now dead because of no fuel. Everything really frustrated me at that moment. I recall trying to stand up, but I could not.

Just shadows and silence. “Enough of this,” I muttered, my frustration boiling over. I slammed my fist into a nearby crate, the wood splintering under the force. Emilio’s face flashed in my mind again, his smug expression, his betrayal. I couldn’t take it anymore. The anger, the confusion, the unanswered questions—it was all too much. With a roar of frustration, I hurled my phone at the ground. It shattered on impact, the pieces scattering across the floor like my broken thoughts.

frustrated. Frustrated. The word hung there, loaded. I could feel her eyes on me again, burning trails across my skin. My cock stirred, pressing against the denim. Not now, buddy. I reached for a voltage tester, anything to keep my hands busy. 'Wires are tricky. One wrong move, and boom.'

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

I nod shakily. The television comes on, and my face fills it. My scarf was tied hazardously. She smiles, and waits for me to speak but the video doesn't, until I begin to show face reactions according to a list someone made. She laughs when I put out my tongue to show boredom, when I roll my eyes to show frustration. "Nice." She says when she paused it. "I should say that I like your movies, I've watched two or three out of the nine you've done." I bow slightly in thanks.