Emocional Novels & Stories

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

} [Could you pick for me which emoticon best suits your mood today? Right in front of Ecto, a chart showed emoticons depicting various feelings. There were: Happy, Sad, Calm, Worried, Confused, Upset, Angry, Embarrassed, Shy, Bored, Excited, Tired, Sick and Frustrated. Kate pressed Calm. [According to the forecast, it is partly cloudy tonight and the temperature is a high 30 degrees but feels like 36 degrees. Humidity 75%. Could this be the reason why you are tired?]

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Assistant Jacob had gone through Thick and thin with his boss Xander but for the first time in his life he has seen his boss so empty and cold it was as if someone has ripped his soul and hollowed him out . Assistant Jacob was correct .This was how Xander felt, hollowed. This noon he got a call from Eva who told him about Lana . True he didn't love Lana and his emotions were a mess regarding her but that didn't mean he wouldn't take responsibility for theie first born . Xander closed his eyes, he knew that the beatings Lana suffered were enough to have her miscarry .

I shot back, my voice laced with frustration and anger. Brenda attempted to calm me down, but her efforts only served to fuel my fire. "Alright, please calm down," she urged, reaching for the steering wheel in an attempt to steady my frenzied emotions. But my patience was wearing thin, and I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Is that why I asked you to lend me money, and you didn't agree, huh?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. Brenda's response only served to stoke the flames of my anger further. "Come on, babe, my anonymous boyfriend won't allow me to. I don't have access, I told you," she explained, her words falling on deaf ears as my frustration reached its peak.

" I'm feeling alot of anger, I feel confusion, love, betrayal, loneliness, sadness." "What emotion is overshadowing the others?" Gina asks softly. "Anger, I feel anger all the time and smallest thing triggers an outburst." "Now identify your anchor, what keeps you afloat" Gina says and Tessa immediately think of Jarek and Landon. They are always thd ones that could pull her back from a dark place. "Visualize how that emotions look like. Each emotion needs its own form." Tessa take anger and make it s big black and spikey ball, loneliness a grey ball, sadness blue, love red, And betrayal orange.

“Both.” I stare down at my hands resting over the blanket. “Physically?” I murmur. “Like I got hit by a truck.” That earns me a soft huff of laughter. “But emotionally” My voice trails off. Because how do I even explain this feeling? This strange mixture of fear and grief and anger and relief all tangled together inside me. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly. Kumba watches me carefully. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.” His voice is so gentle it almost breaks me.

I nod slowly, but it doesn’t settle anything. “That doesn’t explain why it feels like I remember things I don’t,” I say, my voice lower than I expect, like I’m still trying to catch up with my own thoughts. “Not clearly, not… actual memories, just—” I stop, searching for the right word. “Something.” He studies me for a second, then nods slightly. “Emotional memory can remain even when factual memory doesn’t,” he explains. “Your mind forgets, but your emotional responses don’t always follow.”

"Liar!" I raise my hand to slap him. I stop inches from his face, my hand trembling. I’m so angry I could burn the building down. I’m so hurt I want to scream. And god help me, I am so turned on I can barely stand. The anger is hot. It’s vibrating in my blood, mixing with the residual adrenaline from the sensory deprivation session. "Raw emotion is fuel," Echo’s voice cuts through the room. It’s loud. Distorted slightly, as if the system is straining under the weight of the tension. "Don't waste it. Use it."

And I was felling all the emotions. Rage. Anger. Fear. Panic. Terror. Fright. Exhaustion.