Emoción Novels & Stories

Lucas sighed and rested his head against me, “I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m not disappointed, Emilia. There’s so much you don’t understand, and I don’t know how to begin to explain it to you.” I waited as he gauged my reaction before he continued, “You have no idea how difficult it’s been to stay away, how I’ve thought about you… You’re like a drug Emilia—my own special drug that I’m desperately addicted to; and I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, of being the one who hurt you…”

Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. Running?? #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Those other emotions were nothing but hatred and detestation. His loathe equaled his grief. Rather stronger and intenser than his grief of her demise. He wanted his heart to be invested in any other emotion rather than painful sorrow that had his young self breathless, pushing him in a pit of darkness with every passing second. Hate was his coping mechanism. Hate was the evidence of his denial. Denial of his mother's death. And when that day in the graveyard, he couldn't find the same hatred in his heart, the denial died within him and acceptance was born.

Her eyes pinched at the corners. I nodded. "Yes. I can still feel your emotions, but it's more like they are..." I tipped my head to the side. I didn't know if they'd understand how I thought about emotions. "I see emotions like water. Lakes, oceans, streams, rivers. That kind of thing." I watched them. They nodded at me. Gestured for me to continue.

A lot of sour emotions at once. Fuck...

Is it that weird that I don't get lost and react? "Emotions are there simply to make you realise how something has impacted you. Whether it is happy, sad, angry or disappointed. They are guidelines; they are not meant to be the weapon." He chuckles. "You're very wise. I'm sure I have said it before, and I just want to affirm it again. You're far smarter than most, and your knowledge exceeds many despite you not being taught." "Imagine how amazing I would be if I were taught." I smile, and he chuckles.

Ace gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His mind was a storm of anger and frustration, his thoughts circling around one thing: Lisa had left. The one person he thought he could count on, who understood him, had walked out the door without looking back. He couldn’t understand it, couldn’t accept it. The anger boiled within him, each breath stoking the fire until it felt like he was going to explode. How could she leave him like that? How could she choose his sister—his traitorous, manipulative sister—over him? It was incomprehensible, and it made him feel like the world was spinning out of control.

I can't imagine anything else when I think of Angel. I don't know what happened to me, but for someone who has never felt the slightest attraction to a man before, the mate-bond that binds me to him makes me unable to even think about sex with someone else. It's hard to admit, but I even tried to get excited looking at gay p**n, and I tried to see if I had any attraction to a guy from the pack that I know is gay. Nothing has happened to my body. Whether male or female, my body refuses to react, and I even feel repulsed by their body. Only Angel moves me. Only him I desire. Only he makes me hard. The smell of him drives me crazy, and outside the bedroom door, the smell is so intense that I im