Novel & Cerita Emocional

] A series of 'laughing' emoticon was sent before a content was eventually written by Henry. [Don't be angry, baby...] Baby? [You're crazy!] Immediately the message was sent, he exited the app and grabbed the bottle of water on the bed. He opened the lid of the bottle and gulped down half of the content. With a sigh, his eyes scanned the room before his gaze landed on the big poster of the basketball star. He smiled. A determination suddenly filled him up. If his grades were going to hinder him from being like this man, then he was going to tackle them.

Not! Emmy patted her chest and took a deep breath out, "Thank goodness, I haven't lost my heart. I'm so scared!" Just as she thought of that, her phone buzzed again. It was Sarah's other message. "If you're uncertain about what I said before, the most direct sign is that his emotions will affect your mood." Emmy, "!!!" It was exactly what she had just experienced! All of Emmy's emotions and quick temper were caused by Vince's expressionless face. Upon realizing that, Emmy threw her phone away. Sitting there in a daze, she was stunned.

My eyes showed foreign emotions of sadness and nervousness. “I apologized to you the day I left for London just to see your break up message when the plane landed. Fucking why?” He ask as politely as possible. “I was tired of the life I lived Kelvin. We were in a toxic relationship and I wasn’t benefiting anything from it” I say cleaning My eyes as I hiccuped “So you thought ‘since You’re the princess of Alameda, you could fucking break up with me on the Phone” he hits my table furiously “Kelvin, calm down please”

Angel piped up after toweling the sweat off her beautiful skin. "Nobody said it is bad to fight with emotion. In fact, you've got to harbour enough anger to be able to hit someone, yeah?" Angel nodded. "And while it ideal to fight with a little bit of passion, a lot of emotion clouds the mind from making certain judgement that could be detrimental to you, if not swift enough." Fuhad explained my teachings in his own words and sported the ghost of a smile as my mind went down that memory lane.

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"

And just by seeing the way he looks at me pained me. "Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?!" He asked through gritted teeth, almost hissing. And I can't help but to feel nervous as I see his eyes flashing too much emotions. I don't know if he's either frustrated, worried or angry or maybe all of the above and that made my heart beat painfully. "I-i'm just trying to defend you--"

It's not like anyone would care about how he truly feels. He sighs and doesn't reply. " it's okay to say that you are not fine, " Oren says and jerks Ace shoulders, so he looks into his eyes. Ace's eyes are crammed to the brim with tears, a blink and it will rain. Oren's hard eyes soften, he pulls Ace in a crushing hug. It's warm. The hug is warm, it's Ace's first warm hug, a hug that he craved from his mother. He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks.

"Are you sick too, Mama? Because if you're sick, Dad shouldn't be here. He could catch it and get more sick." "No, sweetheart. Just emotional." "What does emotional mean?" "It means having a lot of feelings all at once." "Oh." He nods like this makes perfect sense. "I have a lot of feelings too sometimes. Like when Alexander breaks my Lego builds on purpose." "It was an accident!" Alexander protests automatically. "You said it looked like a building that needed to be destroyed by Godzilla." "Yeah, but I didn't mean—" Madison is last to sit down, pressing her small body against my side, seeking contact and reassurance. "I get emotional too," she says quietly. "When I think about my daddy."

~~Niccolo Amoretti~~ There are very few things I’ve done in this world that could be called reckless. Emotional. I can count them on one fucking hand. I don’t usually let my emotions get the better of me. Mostly because I rarely feel anything strongly enough for it to matter. Anger, joy, frustration—they usually pass through me like a breeze through an open window. Brief. Forgettable. But this time… this time was different. This time I was enraged to the point of seeing red.

I asked, my voice trembling. I was scared, but I trusted it. Even though it had lied about being Benjamin, it had never harmed me. In fact, it had saved my life multiple times. "Ordinary?" The man on the screen smiled. "You're not ordinary. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?" "Not ordinary?" I repeated, bewildered. "Exactly. Your emotions are far stronger than a normal person's. Your anger, joy, and sorrow are three times as intense as anyone else's. The same joke will make you laugh three times as hard; the same tragedy will make you grieve three times as deeply."