Emosional Novels & Stories

I said, proudly. My mom grinned."Sorry to burst your bubbles, honey.But it's a girl." "What! I don't want a sister,girls are crazy!"I exclaimed. My dad burst into laughter..."You don't say" "What makes you say that?"My mom asked. "Well,you can't certainly forget Esme,my seatmate,she screams a lot, I've begged Teacher Isobel to change my seatmate but she refuses.... yesterday,at school,I mistakenly pushed her pen to the floor and she just screamed as if I hurt her or something"

It's probably just a test, just to see if I fuck up. I'm dammed if I do, and dammed if I don't. So I chose to let be what will be. I'm worn from trying to carve out my own fate at this point in time. The mental fatigue of constant turmoil and life or death situations on the daily has worn me to a frazzle. I just remain furled in a ball of my own limbs as I let my emotions out. Kellan says nothing, but he lays down behind me as close as he can get. Soon, Creature emerges from his hide away and joins the heap.

He sat back in his seat and sighed. "Vampirism kills the human body when someone is turned, like a parasite that just needs a host. You can still think and process information, but your brain's ability to deal with the entire spectrum of emotions is inhibited. The only thing you need to survive is blood and you don't die as long as you have it." "So it's like a virus, then?" He nodded.

Emilia had a hard time describing her feelings when she saw all of this. In fact, in her mind, she had never considered Angus as a "scary Asti person" or a "dangerous alpha". Unlike other alphas, Angus was submissive and gentle, and Emilia even forgot when he differentiated into an alpha. some people are very dull to pheromones. Emilia even couldn't smell him and learned from others that Angus had successfully differentiated.

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

I still do not have the ability or the guts to face the world I just left behind, five months ago. ***** I can already see where Primo is. Why is it like this? I just saw him and my heartbeat suddenly quickened. The closer I got to him, the more I could clearly see his even more handsome face. His emotions became firmer and more serious. But no… because it's only that, he really didn't have any reaction at all. I could not read if he was happy, sad, or I don't know... It was really hard for him to distinguish.

"The next step is unique to Catharsis, 'Inflation'. The reason why we needed to add this to our process because from the observation we realized that human emotions have a catastrophic influence on the entropy of your dimensional space. So we are going to use that to our advantage." "I have been meaning to ask this question, Raymond," Creed interrupted him in the middle. " How do emotions an imaginary construct can possibly affect our physical world? This idea is pretty far-fetched to me." "let me tell you a story: when I was a youngster like you. One day while walking in a crowded place I accidentally grabbed a woman's breast, the result was she slapped the shit out of me. But I vaguely rem

Not! Emmy patted her chest and took a deep breath out, "Thank goodness, I haven't lost my heart. I'm so scared!" Just as she thought of that, her phone buzzed again. It was Sarah's other message. "If you're uncertain about what I said before, the most direct sign is that his emotions will affect your mood." Emmy, "!!!" It was exactly what she had just experienced! All of Emmy's emotions and quick temper were caused by Vince's expressionless face. Upon realizing that, Emmy threw her phone away. Sitting there in a daze, she was stunned.

"How quickly can construction begin?" As Christian outlined logistical considerations, I found myself aware of Emma in a way that defied normal perception. Though she stood across the room, her back to us as she spoke on her phone, I could sense her emotional state as clearly as if she were projecting it directly into my mind. Initial frustration had given way to focused attention, then to something sharper—not quite anger, but firm authority. Aeson stirred restlessly within me, pushing toward the surface of my consciousness. ’Mate upset,’ he observed, though "upset" wasn't precisely correct. The emotion flowing through our bond wasn't distress but exasperation tinged with resolve.