Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

— He sounds confused and frustrated. This just seems like a trigger for me to laugh more and more, reaching a point where even I forgot why. I feel tears come out of my eyes and I wipe them away, feeling my stomach hurt. — Oh... — I try to breathe in and pause the laughter. — I'm sorry... — I say and let out another laugh, then managing to control myself. — Calm down, that’s blood. - Do not tell me. — He says distressed. — Did you vomit that??

I gritted my teeth. "Pervert! Why are you always stopping the serious topic with this nonsense words of yours?!" I said frustrated. He chuckled with his taunting eyes. He is really annoying! "Well...you're funny when you are angry," he said and wiped his lips with the table napkin. "What?!" I said almost punching him! Is he making fun of me?! "You look like an angry dog when you are mad," he said playfully. My cheeks heated up and I couldn't help it anymore. I stood up from my seat and get the pillow near my bed and then with no inhibition I hit his head with the pillow.

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 summer plans are crushed, just like the passenger side of my car. The driver exits his vehicle, scratches his hand down his face, quickly examines the damage and laughs. He literally laughs. “Is this funny to you? What the hell is wrong with you?” This only makes him laugh more. His SUV has barely a scratch and my car is toast. How is this funny? When I realize my loss is his morning comedy, I see red. “You're an asshole,” I spit, louder than I had intended.

" How can you be this mean? The one that is going through that pain is no 9ther person but Tamina, fool. It is Tamina , your ex!" He yanked his hand off the neck of Badmus and roaned about in frustration. Badmus began to giggle out loudly but slowly. Ruckus turned to him with more anger burning up inside him. " What the hell is funny to you, moron?!" He fired at him. " Doni look like a joke to you or something? " No response came from Badmus. He was just laughing at the already frustrated alpha that was standing right before him. " What the hell is so funny to you , fool?!!!" Ruckus walked straight and picked the bottle of wine and without any hesitation, broke it on the head of Badmus.

he finally spoke. “Doesn't make you less of an asshole” I blurted out angrily. His eyebrows knitted together. “What? if an asshole means trying to keep you safe, then I am guilty as charged” “If it helps you sleep at night then I guess it doesn't matter” I spat. A huge grin spread across his face and I could hear him chuckle softly. What was so funny? “You're cute when you're frustrated” he commented. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me, was he bipolar? he had to be. He always had to be playing some kind of game, he must be doing it intentionally. I couldn't tell what was happening in his mind because I was never able to read him.

Her angry, scornful expression was like a bucket of cold water, dousing everything inside me. I ran my hands over my face in frustration. This was not going how I had imagined. I dropped a $100 bill on the table and stormed out after her, but she was already gone. I figured she probably grabbed a cab. At least, I hoped so. I jumped into my car, slamming the door behind me. The engine roared to life, and I sped off, tires screeching against the pavement. This was not going well. Not at all. I stopped at a red light, my hands gripping the wheel as frustration mounted. What the hell was I thinking? I slammed my fist against it over and over again. F.uck!F.uck! F.uck! I'm so f.ucked!

I just stared at our hands as I waited and grew massively impatient and frustrated at their sudden lack of ability to speak. “For goddess fucking sake! Will someone just spit the damn fucking words out!” I burst out suddenly, making all three of these incapable pillocks jump. Growling in frustration helped to relieve some of my pent-up irritation but not enough, these wankers really needed to say something that made sense to me.

"I didn't hit her for myself; it's because... because..." Confused, Frank looked at Jenny, who burst into tears. "It infuriates me! How can this heartless woman insult you like that? Who does she think she is? She's just a woman without principles, fake, disgusting, shameless. Why does she have the right to humiliate you like this?" Crying and shouting, Jenny poured out her frustration. Frank, taken aback, realized Jenny was crying for him. Feeling a mix of emotions, Frank awkwardly patted her back. "Don't cry... I'm fine, thick-skinned, her words don't bother me. Please, stop crying..."

All of a sudden, he started to laughing.I didn't understand why? or what just happened to him suddenly but he just started laughing. I stood there, watching as Ed laughed sarcastically at me. His laughter echoed in my ears, making me feel frustrated and confused. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just stood there, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as he continued to mock me. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out. I felt powerless, like a puppet on strings being controlled by someone else. I clenched my fists, trying to control the frustration that was boiling inside of me. But it was no use. The more he laughed, the more frustrated I became. And yet, I co