Emoción Novels & Stories

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

But he couldn't feel desire yet. Emotions were slowly returning to him. He knew anger. It was the first emotion he felt because of her. He felt disgusted because of her lewd words and actions. She practically molested him back then. Then, the sadness came to him when she died. He felt a little joy when he saw her again after her revival. There are eight basic emotions: anger, disgust, sadness, joy, anticipation, fear, trust, and surprise. Only four of them had come back to 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.

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--"

His expression was gentle but serious. "Look, I don't know why I need to feel this. I stopped myself, but I can't. I'm sorry if I'm overdoing it, please don't get mad at me." he whispered softly and emotionally. I do not know what to say, I do not know what words are enough in our current situation. I also do not understand him, how does that feel? I'm confused. "I do not understand you, what do you mean?" I was confused by the question.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

And I was felling all the emotions. Rage. Anger. Fear. Panic. Terror. Fright. Exhaustion.

Angry and terrified, she threw her phone on the floor, flew into a rage, twirled her hair like a madwoman, and held her ears while laughing, crying, and screaming. Her emotions were mixed and drove her crazy. As she begins to remember the person who left, whom she met on social media, and the man she never would have imagined loving more than she did. This is Elijah Rodriguez.

My voice cracked around the word. "I don't think a man like you would cry for someone if you didn't love them," he added with a sullen smile. I brought the pads of my fingers beneath my eyes and, sure enough, they were wet with tears I didn't recall shedding. Swallowing the razor blade of emotion cutting my throat, I rasped, "Love doesn't sum up what I feel. No word in any language can name it."