Novel & Cerita Emosional

A normal person's reading would be around a hundred, and the number would drop with the intensity of their emotions. Most assassins who failed in their missions would be extremely emotional, and their readings would drop to below fifty. Greensource Corp had put in a great deal of effort into researching this and found that there was a wonderfully strange correlation between the human body and their emotions. If an assassin's emotions were at a reading of a hundred, they would be able to move with all of their power. Similarly, an assassin with an emotional reading of fifty would have their powers cut in half as a result.

“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.

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.

𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 16- 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯� �𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

No doubt, years of leading the unleadable had gained him that skill. Minus, on the other hand, was more like a dormant volcano that was waking up after a long sleep. He seemed calm on the outside, but I could sense a lake of molten anger bubbling deep inside him. Some of that anger began to flow out as Minus challenged my uncle and seeing the look on his face brought back a flood of memories. His beautiful features, forming into a Viking-like scowl. His fists, balled up at his sides, caused his biceps to swell. As hurt and confused as I was, I could not stop myself from feeling an instant, and overwhelming attraction to him. I had to force myself to look away.

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"

Her usual routine is to check all the supplies, fix the products in the right places, and make a few deliveries. What happened to her yesterday evening is routine, a habit. Crying yourself out before falling asleep and waking up the next morning as if nothing happened, was already normal for her. She shouldn't stop working. She must go on in life even though she's already dead inside. Her condition and moments like last night aren't connected. She can control her emotions and it's really normal to feel sorrow sometimes. She's been like that for the past twenty-one years. Ameira can handle that.

Did he still hate the womankind with the same intensity as he used to? And he was surprised. The curse 'was' lifted. There was nothing. No hard feelings. No negativity towards her kind. His heart felt empty. But it wasn't empty. It was beating hard. Fast He wanted to know why was his beating organ was beating so hard. As again he went into the depths of the ocean of his emotions. he dived in and in. Down and down. To reach the root. To locate the depth. To understand himself. To know his feelings.

That I am strong enough to stop the bad memories? "I don't know what happened, but I'm pretty familiar with a haunting past incident. I know it can be terrible. " When I meet his eyes again, there's something different about them. It's no longer the softness or the odd concern. It's the sadness that swims through the brown orbs. It's a new emotion from Emerson Ford, but it goes as soon as it comes. Without saying another word, Emerson moves closer and nudges my head to his shoulder. He keeps one hand pressed to my head and the other gives small pats to my back.

"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