Emosional Novels & Stories

This time I can sense a tinge of annoyance. Good. Maybe he'll take a hint and give up. But that thought saddens me. I'm just a mass of confusion, aren't I? “I assure you, Amelia” Emmeric says, drawing closer to me, “he knows” I take some steps back immediately. He chuckles. Like actually chuckles, not pretense, not a fake and actual genuine emotion is plastered on his face right now. Emmeric Bloodridge is amused. And all I sense from him is bloodlust.

“She won't expect direct confrontation.” “Because most people aren't crazy enough to fly across the world for personal revenge?” His hands pause on his suitcase. “This isn't revenge, Emery. This is prevention.” “What's the difference?” “Revenge is emotional. This is a strategic elimination of threat.” I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him separate everything—his emotions, his motivations, probably his conscience. “Do you hear yourself right now?” “What do you mean?” “You're talking about her like she's a target instead of a person.”

" Miranda said facing the two tombs where her mother and father laid. " How time flies? I remember I was Just ten when you two left me but now am all grown up,I even have a fiancee now. Do you miss me as much as I Miss you?" She said and by now she was breaking down. Miranda might be cold and heartless but that was to the world. Regardless of who she was now, she is still Human and humans are bound to have emotions and feelings. Right now,she was longing for her parents' presence in her Life but she knew that was impossible so the pain and anguish. Every Time she visits them,age would end up breaking down and crying her heart out. Age would voice her grievances and wishes but today she contr

I shot back, my voice laced with frustration and anger. Brenda attempted to calm me down, but her efforts only served to fuel my fire. "Alright, please calm down," she urged, reaching for the steering wheel in an attempt to steady my frenzied emotions. But my patience was wearing thin, and I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Is that why I asked you to lend me money, and you didn't agree, huh?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. Brenda's response only served to stoke the flames of my anger further. "Come on, babe, my anonymous boyfriend won't allow me to. I don't have access, I told you," she explained, her words falling on deaf ears as my frustration reached its peak.

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!

I nod slowly, but it doesn’t settle anything. “That doesn’t explain why it feels like I remember things I don’t,” I say, my voice lower than I expect, like I’m still trying to catch up with my own thoughts. “Not clearly, not… actual memories, just—” I stop, searching for the right word. “Something.” He studies me for a second, then nods slightly. “Emotional memory can remain even when factual memory doesn’t,” he explains. “Your mind forgets, but your emotional responses don’t always follow.”

Heartbeat Synchrony (Passive) Your emotional rhythm aligns with those around you. The stronger your empathy, the more your aura harmonizes. Effect: Slightly increases the morale and combat focus of allies nearby. Risk: Emotional backlash, if your ally’s heart wavers, so does yours. I stared for a few seconds. Then I groaned into my pillow. “Great. So if someone freaks out, I freak out too. Real balanced system, huh?” But as the glow faded, I could still feel it, the faint pulse in my chest that wasn’t quite mine. Like a shared beat, distant but present.

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.

"After everything Victoria's done? After watching her execute Carmen in front of us? After watching Rookie murder Bull like it was nothing?" "No," Em admitted. "It's not wrong. It's just, scary. Seeing you like this. Seeing how easily violence becomes the answer." She stood. Walked to the window. Looked out at nothing. "I need you tonight," Em said quietly. Her back still to me. "Need to feel something other than grief. Other than fear. Other than emptiness. Can you give me that?" "Yes," I said. She turned to face me. "Then show me," Em said. "Show me that the man I love is still in there. That it's not all anger and violence and revenge."