Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

I hated the fact that I was drawn to the way his nose crinkled when he was frustrated, and even more, I hated that I couldn't help but notice these insignificant details about him. I watched Adrian disappear into the smoothie shop, and I had to physically hold back from clenching my fists in frustration, tempted to punch my own jaw in exasperation. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I groaned out in frustration, slipping quietly back into the car. I let my eyes dropped to my crotch and I snickered when I saw the tent in my pants. "Fucking hell!" I groaned out, letting my head dropped to the headrest of the car as I rubbed a hand over my face. I couldn't believe that I was actually rocking a h

Partway through I started to cry, laughing and crying because I had no other way of letting my pure anger and frustration out. “What took you people so damn long?”

I say with a sarcastic grin, my hands clasped together like I am so kind of God. "What do you mean sir?" He inquires and then burst into a long round of Laughter, infuriating me beyond reasonable doubt. I clench my hands into a fist, ready to hit him hard on the face for making a fool out of me. "Did I just see you laugh? Did I crack a joke or did I saysomething funny? The nerve you have," I gasp in exasperation, finding it hard to believe that he just laughed.

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.

Why can’t they all just get the fuck out of my life? “Nnnghhhh!” I stomped my heels against the pavement multiple times in pure frustration, the sharp clicks echoing my rage. I looked around and noticed people starting to stare at me like I’d lost my mind. Great. Just great. I forced out an awkward laugh, waving my hand like “haha, I’m totally normal,” so they wouldn’t think I’d gone completely mad. Honestly, I’m not mad. Believe me. I’m just frustrated. Severely, deeply, soul-crushingly frustrated by every single person in my life right now. But who would understand? Pfft. Everyone is just happily pushing me straight toward an early grave.

Damn it! After he talked, Jordan let out a mockery smile. He knew Ryan. The only reason Ryan would be frustrated is if his ego has been trampled on. Since Ann Maria was proving stubborn, indirectly she was trampling on his ego. It was so nice to see a man who gets all he wanted from most women to be frustrated by a high school girl. Ryan looked at his laughing friend, he suppressed the urge to slap his head and punch his tummy. It wasn't funny because he was really frustrated and his only friend did nothing but laugh.

I was already so tired of sitting there, and talking about one business deal or the other. Everything was fun from the start, but it stopped being fun when the big guys started to speak about their wives and children. It really disgusted me because I had none. All I could do was to watch as they laughed when complaining about their wives behaviour. I was sick of it already. Being overly frustrated by their unattractive jokes, I stood from the table, and excuse myself from staying with them. They sincerely didn't have any idea how bad I felt.

“Running in here, thinking you can save the day. How laughable!” Franco’s frustration surged. The mockery in Harvey’s voice, the way he belittled Franco’s attempts to protect his family, stung more than the physical blows he was enduring. He needed to escape, to regroup and come back stronger. He couldn’t let Harvey’s taunts get to him, even though every insult felt like a knife twisting deeper into his resolve.

You shall find something with rainbows that glitters with love and happiness but it has one sigma to it and that's a little shade of darkness around it. “Aaaaah, Nate! How can this be a simple puzzle!” I lamented with a scrunched face as my level of frustration increased. “I think what you all want is to give me a high blood pressure but it's not going to work for people.” I chewed on my lower lip, which was an old habit I had whenever I was very frustrated. Letting out an expired air, I placed my hands on my hips as I shut my eyes and puffed out air through my mouth.

I scrunched up my face, rage biting through me at the dead humor. “You think this is funny?" I scoffed. Jasper stopped laughing and waved his hand at me. “You're funny," he muttered and I frowned. “Funny?" I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief and rage. “This is not close to being funny!" I spat as I stomped my foot on the ground. I wished I could slap them across their faces and restore some sense back into their minds but I had to save myself first from the fear that was eating deep into me.