Novel & Cerita Emocional

King Soren and his Commander would die by my hands before this war ended. At the sight, my sadness turned to violent anger. I cried and my body shook in anger. My crying got louder and louder as I felt my temperature start to rise, and I looked down to see that I was on fire already. My emotions were taking over my powers. I let everything out, all my sadness and all my anger. I let myself break at the loss of my friends, my family.

I am shocked, confused, and full of anger--- mixed emotions to be exact. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know how to react. I really don’t know. The only thing that comes into my head is to run toward them and pull my mate away from Marionette, then rip her face off. I can feel the territorial character of my wolf kick in. I want to kill her, that’s for sure. I want to rip her apart. I want to see her cold corpse but I can’t move.

My teeth clenched in determination, a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. "Why do I feel this way about Antonio?" I questioned aloud, my voice a mixture of desperation and anger. My fist clenched and unclenched, a physical manifestation of the battle raging within me. The conflicting emotions swirled like a tempest, a chaotic symphony that played out in the depths of my consciousness.

Words once foreign now took shape in English, a testament to the machine's ingenuity. As I delved deeper into the nuances of human expression, I began to explore the myriad ways anger manifested itself. Through videos showcasing emotions from annoyance to outright fury—shouted, enraged, livid, incensed, furious, seething, wrathful, irate, fuming, outraged—I was immersed in a lexicon of wrath. The passage of time became a blur, as if I were traversing the academic grades from the simplicity of kindergarten assignments to the complexities of high school projects.

She asked with a smile. Jayden was perplexed. Wasn't she supposed to be worried? He rather decided to go with her flow and even faked a smile too. "We just concentrate on strong emotions. Emotions that if left on their own, could make or break. Emotions like anger, joy, sadness, excitement, or fear. We take the emotions and concentrate on them so that we feel them intensely, and then we morph." "Does it hurt... I mean morphing?" "A bit. But only for a second. As soon as your bones move, the pain they cause leaves you."

That was the only emotion I was feeling right now. I opened my eyes again, he had a wide smile on his face that reached his eyes: “Happy” I giggled stupidly: “Yes, this is the only thing I feel” “Okay, try to remember how you felt back in the bathroom” My cheeks heated up and he chuckled: “Not this” “Aria, When you were scared. I was terrorized beyond limits that my heart almost stopped. Bad emotions are the strongest and gives you control over the person in front of you”

“It seems connected to emotion. Every time I hear your voice, it… reacts.” “Reacts how?” “Like this.” The door slammed shut on its own. Mira blinked. “Okay, that’s terrifyingly romantic.” He gave her a look. “It’s not meant to be romantic.” “It’s literally an emotional magic feedback loop! That’s the definition of romantic.” He sighed. “You find danger far too amusing.” “Of course I do! If I stop laughing, I’ll panic.” He couldn’t help the faint smile that slipped through. “You’re impossible.”

Manuel Seo’s feelings of intense emotion, which was a mixture of anger and grief increased by annoyance due to the secretary’s relentless pleading, resulted in his excessive explosion due to the mixed emotion. “Bullshit—Can you please shut your fucking mouth!” Manuel Seo couldn't control his anger anymore, so even though he could feel the tightness in his chest due to extreme weakness—from the news he found out—he still managed to slap his desk nameplate to the floor. His secretary was shocked because he did not expect that he could get angry and lose his calm yet authoritarian aura.

I do not know whether to be angry at him for pulling a typical man move and calling me emotional, or curious about how he could tell what my mood is. “I know, I know,” He holds his hands out, palms up, in a gesture I think was meant to placate me. “It’s cliche for me to call you emotional. I mean no disrespect. I can sense emotions, and when I came upon you, I could sense extraordinarily strong emotions.” “Are you sure you weren’t just sensing my anger and irritation at someone sneaking up on me while I was relaxing?” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest, cocking my hip.

"Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?" Lilly turned and smiled at him despite the misplaced hostility in his voice. "It means I'm attracted to more than one gender. It's not just about men or women, but anyone I connect with. Demisexual means I need an emotional bond or a connection that runs deeper than surface level to feel that attraction. It's more complicated than just physical chemistry or what traditional values dictate. It's about connection. It's about attraction. It's about desire." She watched both carefully. Both shifted uncomfortably. These new terms and ideas didn't fit into the narrow views they'd been taught, which had been drilled into their heads for as long as th