Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

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. "..."

And maybe this exciting feeling was stupid. ***

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.

Instead of feeling angry, I was feeling nervous and happy and maybe exciting. I can't understand myself too.

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?”

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

“Oh my sweet little kitten.” Do you know how fast my heart almost gave up? Do you know how fast my stomach dropped into my toes? “Oh my tight pussy. How do you feel?” How do I feel? Really? Do you want me to tell you? Do you want the whole fucking list? Because let me tell you right now, I feel like dying, I feel like choking, I feel like my ribs are breaking again, I feel like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull because it cannot process this.

It's about best friends who like each other. They became and even got married, the woman got sick. The woman fought the disease, but it only got worse. Until he died. I keep sniffling while reading. Then I tweeted, the line I liked earlier in the thread and the one that fits my feelings right now. LIC @risil What do you really feel? When are you real and not? What does joking and being serious mean to you? LIC @risil Don't play with my feelings please. 'Cause once I fell into your trap... I'll call myself a loser and a hypocrite.