Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

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.

I flick a finger over his forehead and tug a strand of his hair that curls back into its original form. My hand lowers to his shoulder. Our eyes meet. I smile. “It’s not a switch that goes on and off, Cal.” “What does it feel like?” “Normal? I don’t exactly know when it’s coming but I feel it sometimes. Like when I sneeze or cough or laugh too hard. It feels like I just gave birth to jellies.” Calum is completely mortified. He closes his mouth and swallows audibly. I pull his lower lip and say, “It’s just blood, Cal.”

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.

I talk right over him, my voice getting louder and more angry. “You know what, Jasper? This new low of playing with people’s feelings is really disgusting behavior. Like, really disgusting. Even for you, this is too much.” I point my finger at him, feeling my anger building up inside me. “You’re going to end up a sad, lonely man in the future if you keep treating people like this. Nobody is going to want to be with someone who thinks it’s funny to mess with their emotions.”

I wasn’t going to drown in negative emotions over a boy who wasn’t even worth my attention, even if the Goddess apparently thought otherwise. And surprisingly, even to myself, changing my mood was as easy as snapping my fingers. Normally, if I was mad or irritated at someone, it would take me half a day and about a hundred different scenarios in my head of how I could make their life miserable before I calmed down. But it turns out all it really takes is turning your head from left to right and deciding to feel something else. Besides, sharing I***a.gram reels with the guys lifted my mood quickly. They had some hilarious ones to send back too – totally teenage boy humor, but fun nonetheless.

They showed us love and kindness, sure, but with so many rules, there was never room for actual fun. And with our feelings suppressed… joy like this never really happened. If I could feel, I’d probably be jealous. I can read every emotion, yet feel none. I feel hunger, pain, cold, heat. I get tired. But love, sadness, jealousy, pride, compassion? No. Those are locked away. As dinner ends and everyone says goodnight, Theo and I head to the private elevator.

"How do you feel?" "Dead." My voice was raspy and dark. It was almost even scary."She speaks!" She fake gasped a slight smirk playing on her slightly dried lips. I just blinked at her. How could she think I would find anything amusing. How on earth would she think I would find any joy in her pitiful jokes, or snarky comments.Miley's face fell only slightly. "You should feel numb... When your mate dies you don't feel anything. You feel numb. Almost incapable of having any emotions, and if you do they're only half way there. You will never be a complete person again." She whispered, her eyes looked sad.