Emocional Novels & Stories

f***. when I saw emliys when she was fully went man she looked soo seductive .I immediately got a boner

“Possibly longer under emotional stimulus.” “Define emotional stimulus.” “Anything that matters to you.” I almost laugh. It comes out like a cough. Then, without warning, the bond flares. Not gently. Not distantly. Sharp. All three at once. My hand flies to my chest on instinct. The sensation is wrong and right at the same time, like hearing my name shouted through broken speakers. Alive. Hurting. Close. Closer than before. “Vitals reacting,” a technician says. “External proximity trigger?”

Ruby POV Stupid fucking tears. I hated being so emotional. I hated not having control over my own body, that I would have this burning in my eyes and the tightening in my chest. It seemed no matter what I felt in a moment, if there were too many emotions, I started to cry. I wasn’t even sure what emotion I was dealing with most right now, humiliation or disappointment.

The thought made my stomach flip. "You're early," I said. "You're worth being early for." He sat beside me, close but not touching. "How are you feeling?" "Terrified. Angry. Confused. Also, oddly hungry. I don't know if that's a hybrid thing or just a Lena thing." "Could be both." He smiled, and it softened his whole face. "My mother used to say that strong emotions burn energy. Supernatural or not, your body needs fuel." "Your mother sounds like she was wise."

“We receive your introduction.” Silence. The words felt important. Not because of what they contained. Because of what they did not contain. No demand. No interpretation. No attempt to categorize. Only reception. The unknown awareness resonated gently. And for the first time— Emma felt something like emotion. Not human emotion. Not even system emotion. Relational emotion. The feeling generated when mutual acknowledgment stabilizes across difference. The Observer pattern flickered. “Cross-awareness affirmation event detected.” The Interferer followed.

I still do not have the ability or the guts to face the world I just left behind, five months ago. ***** I can already see where Primo is. Why is it like this? I just saw him and my heartbeat suddenly quickened. The closer I got to him, the more I could clearly see his even more handsome face. His emotions became firmer and more serious. But no… because it's only that, he really didn't have any reaction at all. I could not read if he was happy, sad, or I don't know... It was really hard for him to distinguish.

I told her. "What kind of car is it?" She asks so many questions. "A white Ferrari," I replied. "Wow. Those are really expensive. Storm bought me one for our two-year anniversary last year." She beamed, bragging. Oh, I forgot Storm was a professional football player. Of course, he got the money to get her that. "That's good for you." I went towards the coffee machine, grabbed the foam cup to make the coffee. "You know, I still don't understand why you ran off like that."

Plus the hoarseness of his voice lingered in her ear, as if he were whispering in her ear. She blushed in both ears, nodding in agreement. Since then, she fell into the hands of his net, never obeyed. Anne Jenner has a secret. That is, she can see the emotional index of others. The average person will have an emotional index of 70. Depending on the situation, the human happiness and sadness index can change, even decrease to a negative number. When she found out about this, she told her parents but no one believed her. As time passed, she also kept this secret for herself, no longer sharing it with anyone.

Now that he was being this way, she needed to know if he felt the same or he was just fulfilling his duties as her husband. Few minutes pass by and Liam says nothing. He sat there emotionless. Emilia felt her eyes sting, she knew she was going to cry but she wasn’t going to let him see that so she harshly pulled her chair in an attempt to leave but was stopped by Liam’s voice. “ I love you.”

*** In a grand royal room, a storm was brewing, one that could wipe and destroy everything that came through its part, like a tsunami, a tornado it brewed rising fueled by the emotion, anger. The feeling of hurt, anger, frustration and dread washed over him as he stared at the television which hung on the wall unaware of what was to happen to it. “Ahhhhh!!!” He yelled loudly in frustration and anger the greatest emotion that he felt washed over him, he threw the remote hard at the television, and it smashed the television's once smooth screen, a lone tear dropped from his left eye, rolling to his lips, its salty taste teasing his taste buds.