Emocional Novels & Stories

Then whispered, “That is why I cannot tell what is mine anymore.” Adrian did not respond. Because there was no correction that could separate it cleanly anymore. A sudden flicker passed through the system interface. But no data appeared. Instead, a new kind of alert surfaced. UNCLASSIFIED EMOTIONAL OVERFLOW DETECTED Anna frowned slightly. “…emotional overflow.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “That should not be triggering at this stage.” Silence. Anna looked at him. “What does it mean?” Adrian answered quietly, “It means the system cannot categorize current affected states into existing emotional models.”

he asked, trying to take in what I was saying. "I mean, I don't feel pain, happiness, or even sadness." " Really? " I'm sure a lot is going on in his mind right now, but this is confusing for real. " Yes, I mean, I feel no sort of emotion for real. Like, I dont get angry, i don't feel pain when im injured, and if you say something funny, I don't laugh or smile. My emotions are like a vagabond - I feel literally nothing. I don't know how to explain it; I was born this way, and I don't feel any emotion."

leaving Nicholas speechless. ********************** Professor Thompson stood at the front of the psychology class, writing on the blackboard. "Today, we're going to discuss human emotions and feelings. Can anyone tell me what they think is the most complex emotion?" Emily, a quiet student in the back, raised her hand. "I think it's guilt," she said. "It can lead to so many other emotions, like shame, regret, and anxiety." Professor Thompson nodded thoughtfully. "That's a great answer, Emily. Guilt can indeed be a very complex emotion."

I hope they are not going to be very mad at me. It's 8 p.m. already and I feel very emotional. My family and I sit in the living room together and watch a Turkish series. In the series, a girl starts to cry because her lover cheated on her so I just can't stop my tears falling through my cheeks. My parents are not very surprised by my emotional breakdown. They are used to it. I lean on Samir's shoulder and can't stop crying. "Asli, it's not even real. Stop crying so much about it." He harshly says. Oh if he would know why I really cry.

The sensitiveness heightened to above normal during this period. Time passed and Emilia came from her senses when she noticed that there is no more Mac N Cheese. She just sat there still, not moving and just staring at her empty plate. Aiden noticed this and was about to ask when Emilia's tears are threatening to spill from her eyes. It swelled up till it course down to her rosy cheeks. Her tears split over, wetting her face and to Aiden's shirt, as Aiden hugged her and put her face to his chest, pacifying her not to cry and to tell him what was wrong. Emilia's eyes started to get puffy and her shoulders moved up and down, trying to catch her breath. Between her cries, she managed to squeeze

It's one of my favorite places to find her, and it instantly lifts my mood. Unfortunately for me, it's at that moment that her emotions hit me and, while there appears to be a stream of emotions running through her body right now, the strongest emotion that I can feel from her is sadness, and it instantly guts me. What's going on? I swear if someone has said or done something to upset her that I am going to rip their heart out and stuff it up their ass!

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

The door slams shut leaving me alone in the room. My eyes widen in alarm as my stomach churns and I throw up the breakfast I had this morning. -- Gia: The ride back home is quiet. People say anger is one of the strongest emotions, but I don’t agree. Silence is. Being silent means you have been robbed of all your emotions, it means numbness. At that moment, you don’t feel anything. Not even anger, pain, sadness. You just feel...empty.

At Ema, Bruce let out a loud shout, which resounded to the extent, ‘ “We have,” he murmured, maintaining his eyes on Ema. “And I ask you, you say no”. People in the audience were astonished, they uttered a collective gasp. In this scenario, the emotions exhibited on Ema’s face were the perplexity and fury that descended on her before she could smile again. ‘It’s all right,’ Jack muttered, his gaze not leaving the two women In front of him, ‘What did you say?’ Ema inquired, her voice low with hate.

he countered as he sat down at the bar. “No, but it was still really good,” I countered with a smile. I turned back to the food and thought about my mom. “I haven’t lost control in a while. Do you think that tonight was because I was angry?” “Emotions have a big impact on our gifts, especially when one is setting into their immortality. It would be safe to assume that it was, in fact, your anger that triggered it. I’ve never seen anything like it before, though.” “I feel safe and happy here, with you.”