Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

It seemed like something was chasing after it, so my heart started racing. Soon after that, I was unable to contain my laughter any longer and I let it out in full force. ‘God dammit!’ He is quite skilled at making me feel very weak in the knees. "Shit! That's all I can take!" Even though I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down both of my cheeks. I twisted my body to the side and forced him away from me as I turned my back on him. ‘Why is life quite so lopsided? He had been making fun of me the whole day!’

It was the kind of laugh that made his friends snicker and glance at each other, and it felt like a sledgehammer against my chest. I froze, my breath hitching as I watched him. He clutched his sides, shaking his head like what I’d said was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “You… you have feelings for me?” he repeated the question between laughs, his voice already filled with complete incredulity. My face burned as humiliation sank in, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. His laughter still continued, loud and cruel, and it felt like the world had stopped spinning, leaving me stranded and exposed.

“So, it’s a choice, then.” “I mean, I’ve done the same things over and over again. It’s becoming boring.” “Hmm… So, why don’t you go have some fun then? Like, go to a bar or something? Go shopping? Or visit an amusement park? I heard the rides are fun.” “It’s boring and sad to go alone.” I chuckled. “You can also get sad? How does someone who looks so tough like you get sad?” “Ouch! I’m not an alien, Princess, or someone who has an iron heart. I’m also a human who can feel emotions.”

I had never understood how people got excited, or happy, or sad. I never understood how they laughed so hard until their eyes watered, or how they cried just as hard and their eyes got all swollen. I don't think I have ever felt those emotions before, even as a child. I think… whatever makes people feel things like joy, or excitement, or even sadness, maybe that was never built in me. Like a missing set of cells. Or maybe it just burned out before I ever got to use it.

I thought. 'That is what you keep thinking, just brace yourself for the next one," my subconscious mocked, as I simply ignore that fact. Sometimes I feel like figuring out what is wrong with me. As much as I have not committed any sin, I think I am cool, maybe something is wrong with my imagination sense,' I often tell myself Why do I feel those butterflies in my tummy, when I am around those handsome boys? Why do I blush, stutter, and feel those warm sensations assembling in my body? Those questions ran through my mind as I let out my tongue, freeing some air from my mouth.

"But he is good to everyone, he is good to everyone... " "…" Speaking of this, Ashley suddenly got angry, and her voice was suddenly raised, crying and shouting, "He is like a central air conditioning, warming everyone.” "Scum man?" This time Jacob did not laugh, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Do you like him so much?" Ashley really felt sad and buried her face in his shoulder. Tears kept falling and cries kept coming out of her throat, completely uncontrollable, like a child. "..."

I yelled and walked into the room, leaving Gave in the sitting room to continue laughing. When I got to the room I sat on the bed and started thinking what’s wrong in what I said to them. “Why are they laughing at me and making me feel stupid?” I asked myself feeling sad with my hands folded. While I was still thinking about what wrong in what I said I saw Gabe walking into the room, and immediately I payed on the bed. “Come on, don’t be like that. I was just joking.” Fave said trying to kale me feel better, unknowing to him that he just made things worse.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Remember when I asked you for your opinion? Me neither” I said, as I smiled sweetly at him and walked off to the other side of the room. All the guys started to roll on the ground laughing. I have to say they sounded worse than a hyena. “I hear that there is a new app called sense of humor. D******d it bitch!” Danny snapped. I rolled my eyes. “You know Danny; acting like a dick would not make yours any bigger.” I pointed out.

“Fucking bullshit.” Adriano didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, looking at Marcello like he was already dead. The silence stretched, the weight of Marcello’s loss pressing down on him. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he licked his lips and let out another laugh, this one more bitter, and more unhinged. “Guess luck’s a fickle bitch,” he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair before letting it drop to his lap. Then his gaze flicked back to Adriano, something shifting behind his eyes. “But you know what’s funny?”