Emocional Novels & Stories

"The chauffeur we take you to the office and he would be there at the shareholder's meeting don't find it hard to see me being harsh on you it's just how it's going to work for us I must pretend to hate you in other for him to notice you she muttered I nodded getting my bag I bow my head to her and left her. Getting inside the car, it's feel so great to be cool and I don't know what I should feel maybe happy or sad about things turning around for me, I don't know what I should feel now, the way I felt scared but I tried not to show the weakness cause I know it's wouldn't end well if I try to do anything stupid.

“A little.” He pats my head and begins to rub soothing circles on my back. “The attack you had in the museum earlier…” I trail off, waiting for his approval to talk about it. I hear him gulp. “Yeah?” “Do you know what triggers it?” A few seconds pass in silence and I start to think he has fallen asleep, but then he answers. “Strong emotions, mostly. If I get too happy or excited, I malfunction. If I get too angry or sad, I malfunction.” The bitter sadness in his voice is barely disguised.

he said coldly. My face reddened in anger as I glared at him. "What do you think of yourself??" I gritted my teeth, my body quivering in anger. "How can you be so heartless, what kind of a rule is that?Do you think woman are not capable enough for this job?? You know what? You can go and rot In hell with this company of yours." I said angrily and stormed out of the office.

He was consumed by a mixture of guilt and longing, desperately seeking redemption and a chance to make things right. Haider's face contorted with a storm of conflicting emotions. Anguish clouded his eyes, tears threatening to spill over, as he thought of Ameera's fate hanging in the balance. His frustration ignited a fire within him, propelling him forward despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him. The intensity of his emotions threatened to consume him, but he refused to succumb.

I raised an eyebrow. "Communication is ninety-three percent non-verbal," I said. "Just because he can't communicate the way you'd like him tobfor the remaining seven percent, does not make him stupid." "Besides," I said, switching to English. "You can't understand me now. Does that make you stupid?" The man looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before dismissively waving his hand and walking away. "Small-minded asshole." I muttered as he walked away. Zak gave me an amused smile and I shook my head.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you lead with that?!" Emmet exploded at Lila, shaken all at once with worry, guilt, relief and pain. There was a turbulent storm of emotions running through his body, waves of anger rising up above and out of himself, lashing out into the world, threatening to crash and break everything around him.

“It says that once every ten years, spirits pass through the hearts of every occupant in this village; they awaken their true emotions, and trust me, it is never pretty.” “And why is that?” I probed. “Emotions are intensified during this period, all emotions. happiness, sadness, disgust, fear, anger, and also love. Humans have absolutely no control over what they feel, and some even end up mad. She paused, and the next thing she said, she shot an arrow of fear down my spine. “Or dead.” Damien and I shared a glance, a similar thought lingering in both of our minds. So much for wanting to get away from drama.

I needed that space, that private sanctuary where I could unleash the torrent of emotions coursing through my veins. Hopping into the car, I slammed the door shut as, I sank into the driver's seat, my body trembling with a mixture of anger, heartbreak, and confusion. The impact of my body hitting the seat echoed the turmoil within me, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous storm that raged in my heart, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. My friend Elena, engrossed in her phone, jumps in surprise at my sudden entry. I can see the concern etched on her face as she tries to make sense of my disheveled appearance.

I swooped her in my arms and head out. T. B. C. Thank God our Roy is safe. I need someone to teach Fred the different types of emotions please..... Chest burning in great anger indeed. You are jealous joor!