Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

The shuffling noise and gossip stopped instantly, everyone's eyes were now on Fru's frustrated outlook. "How long are we going to continue like this uh? Everytime we go to the arena for a competition we lose like untrained ducks. I can't believe with my underdeveloped potential, I'm still better than most of you all! I'm sick of it!" She kicked the nearest stone in front of her straight to the front of the weakest of them. He flinched, as he looked down to the stone, then up to Fru's irritated gaze. "Hey Fru..." Gabin started, but his hand on her shoulder was slapped away.

I could hear her soft chuckles on the phone. "This is not funny Sharon" . I spoke in annoyance she chuckled softly over the phone and l just kept rolling my eyes, this is one bad thing about Sharon she always makes jokes out from every serious matter. "I'm going to end this call'". I spoke in annoyance "Sorry, you know this is funny. I can't believe Grace can't remember you and you have to go through all this stress just for it, it's indeed funny". She kept on laughing loudly, I got irritated and ended the call.

he whispered, but I shook my head, a burst of laughter slipping out. “No, stop teasing me,” I said, my voice nearly a plea, the words escaping before I could think. “Either kiss me or don’t… stop playing with me, Lucas.” My frustration turned into a low growl, and I nearly regretted it, but the tension had grown too intense. “It’s not funny. It’s frustrating.”

Bit down on my bottom lip to try and stop it. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. You just sound so fucking funny." I blurted through my fingers. "Cruel mate." Nessa laughed at this as well. Chuckled like a witch you found in badly written movies. Tilted her head back just enough that the column of her throat looked more bony than ever before.

For a long moment, I just stared at the wall then I let out a slow breath. "And for what may be the first time in my life..." I laughed again, "...I am deeply frustrated that someone listened to exactly what I told them."

It was so frustrating that I could actually feel my skin tighten with irritation, like I was about to snap. Suddenly, frustration took over. It burned through me and made my skin feel too tight, almost like I was about to explode. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I stood up abruptly, grabbing my bag and hurriedly gathering my things, trying to leave before I lost my composure completely. Lucien, as usual, just stared at me. His head was resting on the book on his lap, but his eyes didn’t leave me.

Your room wasn't soundproof, idiot! I take a deep breath in frustration, "F*ck."

I questioned, finally regaining myself and coming out of whatever trance I was in initially. They both glanced at each other and then busted into laughter. Ok, what the hell is funny? "The fact that you're dumb is what is actually funny," Arla mocked. "I am not dumb," I retorted. "Accept it, you are," Arla argued, refusing to back down. "You know what it's pointless arguing with you." With that I blocked her, temporarily stopping her from speaking to me. I wonder why she had to be annoying sometimes.

They were laughing at something stupid, throwing popcorn at each other, living in their own little bubble. I walked past them without saying anything and sat at the bar. I needed a moment. Just one moment. I leaned forward and rubbed my hands over my face, trying to push down the frustration, the anger, the exhaustion—all of it. But it kept rising, filling me up until it felt like my skin was too tight. My eyes drifted back to the booth. Frank’s arm was thrown lazily across the back of the seat. He tossed his head back laughing, showing off those stupid perfect teeth. He looked like the type of guy magazines called “boyfriend material.”