Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

He laughs when he listened to my answer. “You fool. I know that they will understand my situation. Besides, they need me so why will they scold me? So, don’t apologize to me. You’re getting cute.” and I realized what I have said. Argh! I feel embarrassed. Plus, his compliment made me feel hot now. I hope I am not turning red at the moment. “Cute my ass. By the way, why don’t you have any emotions when the call ended?”

It’s a stupid question, of course she isn’t but I’m not sure what else to say. “I don’t know, dude. You ever just wonder if people aren’t meant to be with other people? We bring out the worst in each other. I wish I could just turn all emotion off and enjoy hot sex with strangers.” She threw her head back and giggled sarcastically. Thinking about what she said, Vasha’s rare smile popped into my head. I’d like to turn the peculiar feelings I'm having for her off, but if they did I’m afraid I’d feel numb again. Empty. Like I felt before I met her.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

Kyrah jokes and I roll my eyes. "Point taken," Scott chuckles. "Enough of the jokes, step on it. My stomach feels like it's contracting. I... I think I can feel my back and stomach touching each other," I gasp and we all laugh together. What a good day it has been. Just me and my good friends.

It’s sad to watch, albeit amusing. I kind of like that he has this insane gift of instilling fear in men without even trying. It’s definitely rekindling the horn factor in my underwear, even if my head is still a huge messy pile of poop. I feel like I’m walking around in a floaty dream and nothing is real anymore. An alternate universe and nothing is touching me emotionally. Weirdly disconnected now. Maybe it’s emotional exhaustion combined with major booze recovery.

Now here they are to throw it in my face they never liked me or had feelings for me, I was just a joke for their entertainment for the school year. I don’t know but I got a feeling something is coming and it is not going to be good. So, then I do not listen to them around me. I can feel my body shaking and I can feel the nervousness bubbling up in my stomach. Oh God, I hope I don’t throw up. That will be so embarrassing right in front of them and the whole school. Why do I feel weird and why do I feel sick to my stomach? Oh, God, here it comes.

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

I answered, feeling a little cheeky. I was looking at her in anticipation since I didn't understand her words clearly. Her soft laughter revealed a mysterious sparkle in her eyes. "You know, some days, I just feel like I'm overflowing with joy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. I gave a nod as I understood the meaning. At times, joy can be too much, like a balloon about to burst.

Carlos' Pov I felt a sense of purpose watching her laugh heartily. Her laugh amazes me. I don't know why I am doing this, but it feels so right; it feels like I'm supposed to be here. It's been ages since I played and laughed with someone. My life is programmed to kill, to work till my knuckles, to be impatient, ruthless, mean, name it—I qualify all as a mafian don, but here I was laughing like a child.