Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

I spare my best friend a sideways glance and huff out. How can I say I’m feeling irritable because I won’t see my mate the whole day without sounding like a bratty, clingy, boyfriend? I’m not even dating the girl. Even though Nate hasn’t met his mate, I can tell he will understand. “Rough morning,” I grumble and he laughs. Actually laughs loudly. I playfully punch him in the arm and that only has him laughing harder. I growl in warning which makes him raise his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry man, it is just extremely funny seeing you like this.” He motions toward me and I grumble under my breath.

"Don't you ever say that. Don't even joke about it. We're nothing like her, Heather. Nothing." We both laughed then… a loud, slightly unhinged sound that filled the empty spaces of my office and probably echoed down the hallway outside. It was the kind of laughter that only comes from people who have survived the absolute worst together and have nothing left to do but find the horror funny. The kind that borders on hysteria, that releases years of pent-up frustration in a single, cathartic moment. The kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water, not entirely from amusement.

He slammed his hand on the table with frustration and threw the plate of food, down on the floor with anger. . . "Fuck it. Why do I keep feeling bothered?" He stands up and lets out in frustration, "This woman knows how to make a person bothered." . . . He stomped and made his way out of the house with long strides and he found himself sitting in his car, "I can't believe I'm driving at this hour because of a woman who's not even worth being remembered. I must be out of my mind." He bites his inner cheeks and hopped out, slamming the car door with so much force.

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.'

He was offended by my joke. "Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You know I was joking," "I'm upset over the fact that you think turning me on is a good thing for my health," he snapped. "Fuck," he cussed, running his fingers into his hair aggressively. "I could have lost control and then…" he trailed off, gulping and tearing his gaze away from me.

Trev reassured me, even though I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Yes, but now he'll be grouchy while I settle him back into his old routine." This time Trev could not hold back the snort of laughter. I stomped my foot in frustration at him because he wasn't taking this seriously. Unfortunately, that just made him laugh harder. My frustration at a boiling point, I stormed over and smacked him on the arm. "Stop it, you… you… JERK!" I cried.

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

“No damping anger because it’s inconvenient. No nudging affection away because it complicates things.” Her gaze settled on me for that last part. I felt heat crawl up the back of my neck. “And no using fear as leverage,” I added before either of them could. “No dragging up each other’s worst memories just to win an argument.” Selene flinched slightly. She remembered the same moment I did—a fight, a careless spike of frustration, the way I’d imagined waves swallowing a shore and how it had slammed into her own half-forgotten terror of drowning. I hadn’t done it on purpose.

To think he could not even clear the air and make others understand it was his fault and it's not what they think. "Shut the fuck up Fred, for Christ sake" I curse at him. "You can be rest assured I am not as stupid as you are so it can never happen." I spat out the words angrily. I can't tell why I am so pissed off today, and it is certainly not because of Jimmy's foolishness or Fred's maniac laughter. Although they were also really annoying. "Oh oo..someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" Fred said still laughing but it wasn't so loud anymore. I ignore him and everyone and just head to my office.

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.