Emotional Books To Read Novels & Stories

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

Walked over to face the pillow. I held out my hand, fingers spread. Focused on the pillow. Tried to feel that connection the book mentioned. Nothing happened. I frowned. Tried again. Concentrated harder. Still nothing. The pillow sat there, mocking me. I walked back to the bed, picked up the book, and proceeded to reread the passage. "Emotion is the key." Right. I needed to feel something. Draw from it. I closed my eyes. Tried to think of something that made me feel. Really feel.

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

Instead, I sat there, surrounded by books, my vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. I grabbed another book, my hands shaking as I scanned the table of contents. *Emotional Regulation. Attachment Styles. Coping Mechanisms.* The words swam in front of me, but none of them seemed to hold the answer I was looking for. I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air in a sea of emotions I couldn’t control.

"They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that." Emma's fingers brush mine and I look at her, my hands only twitching instead of pulling away like usual. It's surprising. "You're not happy?" she asks, soft. "Not the way I know I could be." It's the sad truth, and it hurts to admit it. I release my end of the book and clear my throat. There are footsteps approaching the library and I will not have strangers see me acting so... emotional. Emma clutches the book to her chest. "Let me read to you? Something with magic and wolf women and witches and brave children."

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

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I lifted my hand, just enough for my eyes to be able to read in comfort. I started to read in silence until I came across with a passage in the book that says, "Emotions are what make us human. Make us real. The word 'emotion' stands for energy in motion. Be truthful about your emotions, and use your mind and emotions in your favor, not against yourself." I left the book opened above my chest to stop myself from reading not because I am moved by those words but because they hit a little personal too personal. Be truthful about your emotions. I remember smirking before I closed my eyes as those words continued to play on my head like a broken tape recorder.

I said as I walked over to sit beside her on the bed. “I can feel your emotions all over the place, Bay. You can talk to me too you know,” she said as she laid her head over into my lap. I gently stroked her hair and said, “Would you believe that this book I am reading is what makes me feel so emotional? Dane told me that when there are deaths that traditionally there is a wake given to celebrate the lives of the ones who have passed. I feel awful that I didn’t really know those who were slain last night and maybe that is part of the emotions, but the sheer beauty of these poems and songs pulls at the heartstrings. That probably makes me sound weak, but to me it is allowing me to understand

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.