Emoción Novels & Stories

Emotions crackled in the charged atmosphere, creating a tense exchange between mother and daughters, each word a reflection of the intense struggle they faced. Selena's reply carried the weight of her emotions, tears streaming down unabated. "It really does seem that way," she responded, her voice choked with sorrow. The room bore witness to the raw vulnerability in Selena's words, the unfiltered expression of her heartache as the perceived abandonment of her father unfolded before her. The air hung heavy with a poignant mix of despair and longing.

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”

“You’re an AI. You don’t feel emotions. You don’t feel anything.” Porsche stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “You’re right,” he said. “I can’t love you. I can’t feel emotions.” He paused, his expression unreadable. “But I can try.” Emerson blinked, caught off guard. His eyes narrowed, searching Porsche’s face for some sign of deception, some glitch in his programming. “You can try?” he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. “What does that even mean?”

“He used you to get to me. He’s a sicko, more than you know. He has no feelings. The psychiatrist who evaluated Emilio said he was incapable of feeling anything. He only smiles because he knows exactly when he should.” “He softens his voice when he’s supposed to and mirrors people’s emotions because he doesn’t know how to comprehend human emotion. He has no warmth or empathy. Things like morality, love, and loyalty are all tools to him. He is calm even in high-stakes moments because he can’t feel fear.”

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and my lips still quivering as I tried to reapply lip gloss. I looked terrible. Lashes seemed to be holding up, yet the clear tear trails cut down my cheeks. That was unmistakable. I looked like shit. I took out a compact and tried to fix what was wrong, doing my best to lessen the look of my emotions. Finally, I took my clutch, leaving the restroom making my way to the server who was seemingly waiting for me. There was one glass that seemed different, so I picked it up.

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!

He was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Anger. Disappointment. Longing. And desperation.

Attraction, hate, anger, pain, frustration. Need.

My heart clenched as I saw Fedora's smile, her laughter frozen in time, and my mind raced with a flurry of emotions. Fury coursed through me like a wildfire, fueled by jealousy, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. Why was she with him? How could she be laughing, glowing even, in the company of a rogue mutt? Questions swirled in my mind, and I felt a mixture of anger and hurt building up within me. The surge of emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume my rational thoughts.

All the emotions in the room made him dizzy, he had to swallow hard as his stomach rebelled. Roman's inner fear billowed through Slater, his subliminal agony crashing against him like waves in the ocean. They tugged on him and he had to put both legs firmly into the ground to brave the onslaught. If Roman was around, it was worse. Then every smallest nuance of the Puerto Rican's emotional world spilled over to him and the more intensely the other felt, the more it raged inside him. Which was also the reason that Roman's current mood dominated the room. He pulsed with emotions, literally bleeding them into the atmosphere around him. The air was saturated with a deep sadness. Slater could almo