Hiccup Quotes Novels & Stories

He calls out with a worried and concerned look. “Are you okay”?He asks. Before I could say another word tiny hiccups errupt from me. Damn it!!! “Let's go in"He says, taking me in his arms as he pulls me into Morgan's flat. “Oh Crap” “Fml, Am such a mess”I thought, why do I get hiccups at the wrong moments. I mentally tap myself for being this way. “The disaster queen strikes again! “The great mystery now is, how to get Damien to like like like me”I thought to my self, replaying the words over and over again in my head.

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

Lyra The first hiccup hit like a betrayal from my own lungs. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes squeezing shut as my whole chest jerked. Shit! What the heck ! A hiccup attack while sitting right across from a shirtless Nick. His voice cut through the moment. “Hey…are you okay?” Before I could even form a word, his hand slid between my shoulder blades again, steady and warm, patting gently like he was knocking on a locked door inside me.

I wonder… Dang. We really didn’t know each other. “Why are you antsy?” “Are we about to have a real conversation?” he asks. “We did last night.” “Indeed. Did you dream about me?” And there he goes with the cockiness. “Nope. I dreamed about cupcakes, lemon ones called Pucker Up. I shoved two in my mouth and may have had an orgasm.” “Did you dream about golf-ball-headed aliens too?”

They are such a deep green that it startles me to hiccup. “I promise, I would spend the rest of my life showing it to you instead.”

My mouth goes like a fish. "Can I help you?" A slightly irritated, but incredibly s*xy voice asks. His face looks so familiar, my alcohol added brain struggles to play connect the dots. "I need food." His frown is replaced by a smirk because of my answer. "Are you drunk?" He asks, the smile still playing on his lips. "Of course not!" I say with affront, and then I hiccup. He chuckles and I bristle. "What? One of the bubbles in the champagne I drank merely escaped."

My head was suddenly filled with imaginary chaos, as if a bookshelf full of my school books had exploded into flames. "Clark?" "Oh, yeah? Hick." God, I couldn’t stop hiccuping. We ate delicious steak, but I had trouble savoring it because of technical issues with my knife and fork that kept falling to the floor. Plus, the meat was tough to cut. "You and Amy go to the same school, right? Have you met before?" Mr. Schmidt asked me. "Yeah, we've been study partners in a chemistry study group since the first year. Hick." Oh, God, this was really making me uncomfortable. We were now in Q&A mode, but I was still hiccuping, and it was annoying! I drank a lot of water from my glass to try to get rid

“Cup, wake up, Cup, sleep like a buffalo you really become a person!” said Pras who sat next to Ucup. Ucup, who felt disturbed, immediately smacked Pras' mouth lightly in a semi-conscious state “Ah! Damn you, Cup, brought back again by this bus, feel you!” Pras said annoyed. “Keep talking! I don't know what, I'm sleeping pretty, “said Ucup spoiled. “Beautiful sleep, beauty, you are drooling a lot like this, you call Bobo beautiful,” Pras teased.

It was something even a nine months year-old child of this generation would notice! Then she snapped her head to him when he hiccuped again. "Shouldn't you be getting water?" She asked. Her tone easily selling off her confusion. "Or theirs another theory for hiccups in the United States?" Juma did not reply the first question nor did he react to it. But, when she added another question, a strange light shone in his eyes as he gave her 'the look' with a smug smile plustered on his lips and he started to mmove closer.

That got my attention and I looked up at him. I saw my reflection in his chocolate-brown eyes. I blinked at him and he blinked. "What was I about to say?" He mumbled his eyes looking around and I let out a huff of laughter. I immediately pursed my lips to hide my laughter and he frowned. "Laugh." With one word, I threw my head back and laughed hard. Does a motivational speaker forget his quotes? The heck? I had been laughing for some minutes before he paused. "It's okay. You can stop laughing now." He said and I shook my head still laughing like a crazy maniac.