Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

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."

"Shut up, Elissa. Nothing happened to me or to King Jackob. He just told me about a very beautiful past, nothing else happened between us. More than that, I'm also reluctant to discuss all the things that really shouldn't be discussed. So I feel this is an unfounded question that really has no weight at all. So I hope you stop saying anything, otherwise I will really make you regret asking about that king.” Elissa actually laughed at my answer, as if my answer was something very funny to her. This is what is so very annoying, I glared at Elissa, Elissa laughed out loud again. Really, this is something that is not funny at all, but how can my best friend laugh at you in such a very annoying w

A fresh wave of frustration hit me and I hated myself. “It’s okay to be frustrated. You have had that as your only hobby for a long time and that is why I am hoping this fills the void for you before the doctors figure out how to make you walk again.” He pointed to the device in my hand. “Yeah, you are right. But it is not easy, especially with a fool like Helen for a wife.” I hissed. Tense frustration from last night bubbled within me and I couldn't help but feel so mad at her for my unsatisfied needs last night.

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.”

I didn't understand why I was that miserable at that moment. "Come on! You can't say it was not funny. It was hilarious watching you groaning like an old woman. We angels do know how to have a little fun. It's not my fault that you looked that funny." He reasoned while chuckling. My jaw hung open as I heard him. He was making fun of me. I grabbed the blanket and covered myself with the blanket. Then I turned on the other side, away from him. I closed my eyes again. I was hoping I would at least fall asleep so I wouldn't have to hear him making fun of me. It really never happened to me. No one ever dared to make fun of me. So it was definitely very frustrating. I was huffing and puffing in an

I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun . "Isn't it frustrating?"Mia asks, which makes me frustrated because I was just thinking about how frustrating it actually is . “Don't you think I fucking know that " I say with gritted teeth which makes Mia raise her eyebrow in confusion , I raise my hand to her face signaling her to stay quiet, I take deep breaths three times before opening my eye

I'm not even hard. "Fuck!!" I screamed in total frustration on my pillow. This is fucking bullshit. "Fuck fuck fuck" I'm greatly struggling. I practically feel like a cripple incapable of doing simple shit like jacking off. Jacking off is like the simplest thing to do when you have nothing to do. I needed to do something to deplete my escalating frustration and I'm already bursting as fuck. There's like a bad episode of thunder and lightning inside of me.

"Damn it! What are you doing?" [Oh! Haha! Wait, man—ohh f-ck!] I rolled my eyes and messed my hair up. "F-ck you! Finish that and call me back. You bastard. My wife said I'm insulting her." I ended the call immediately and massaged my forehead. F-ck! I shook my head and stared at the door while playing with the phone in my hand. I clenched my jaws as I pressed my lips together. I've never been this frustrated in my whole life. I've never been this eager to make up for my mistakes and I definitely know what's happening to me.

He was confused and clueless. " Why are you laughing? What's so funny in these jars ". Yeah! Clueless he was about the product in the parcel. On the other hand, Juhee was finding it hard to stop laughing, it was just so funny thya someone would send them something like this. " Hey! Hey! Please stop laughing and tell me what you found so funny to laugh your ass off ", He was annoyed by her random laugh. Juhee sneakily glanced at her pants, just beloved his abdomen.

I looked at his face and my laughter died down because I saw that his eyes were red from crying and his face sad. He was breathing harshly and let out a curse while passing his hands through his hair in frustration. ” Why the fuck would you do that sick joke Elena” he shouted “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking” my voice barely a whisper “You damn right you weren’t I almost had a heart attack ” he yelled frustratingly “Sorry” “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it!” “It was your fault anyway you were the one who pulled me in” I yelled back “It was supposed to be a joke!”