Novel & Cerita Emotional Inflammation

To be honest maybe it is also because of the date I have got in the evening. Oops guess like I told something I shouldn’t have but I am going to let that be and not be furious at myself. Furious. Anger. Dear readers, I am not an angry person, very rarely will you see me with smoke out of my ears but recently I have discovered the depths of anger that I have within. And all towards one man.’

he said smiling sheepishly, as the rage inside of me just increase. "You know, only me can bring that side of you. It's like you are going to explode, just like when your body builds up from the so much pleasure you feel and you just shoot your organism.. psssh..." He said and did a bump in the air, describing what he said while I squeeze my face... "Why are you here? And enough of your tantrums. If I needed to know how sex works, I would be fucking my boyfriend.." I said to piss him off, while Rodgers became angry as he quickly replaced it with a smile...

“Sorry,” “it is ok,” I replied with a stony face. “Madam to be honest, I really feel something is not right with me the moment I set my eyes on you. Your presence before me often provoked chains of reaction in my brain." He paused as he gave me a steady glare. Just then I replied. “Please control your emotions, don’t you know that I am engaged.” “Do you mean you are not yet hooked permanently.” At this moment I saw his face brightened with excitement. “Let me be clear once again, I have a husband.”

I asked flatly and she finally looked at me then. “Your emotional states are affecting the bonds unevenly,” she explained. “One connection destabilizes under emotional suppression while the other stabilizes through emotional regulation.” My stomach tightened faintly and for some reason, I didn’t need her to say which was which. “The emotional whiplash between all three of you is making the bonds volatile,” she continued calmly. “Especially yours.” “So what?” I crossed my arms tighter. “I’m just supposed to accept this?” “No,” she replied evenly. “But fighting what you feel while provoking opposite reactions from both bonds will eventually exhaust your body.”

There’s nothing at all that could be of any real use, let alone as a weapon of sorts, and I end up throwing my cushions against the glass in frustration when my anger piques and I can’t contain it anymore. I have so many swirling emotions that I don’t know what to do with. A vibrating energy pulsing through my core, and I’m mentally up and down and all over the place. One second, I want to cry and lie down and sob, then the next I’m angry, furious, boiling over, and want to slash Juan into a thousand, tiny, bloody pieces, for everything that brought me here, and my entire life since they went to war. Just when it feels like it reaches overwhelming levels and I can’t breathe for the suffocati

“What the hell are you still doing in my house you low-life freak...fucking psychopath...gold digging bitch. Get the fuck out before I stomp on you." If I was angry before, then I honestly don't know what to call what I'm feeling now. Everything blurs into a red haze, a tempest within. Each breath feels like trying to contain a hurricane, emotions swirling like a wreckage. The injustice, the betrayal—it's an inferno demanding release. In that moment, it's not just anger; it's a collision of hurt, frustration, and a burning need for revenge. The line between self-control and surrender to the storm is razor-thin.

~~Niccolo Amoretti~~ There are very few things I’ve done in this world that could be called reckless. Emotional. I can count them on one fucking hand. I don’t usually let my emotions get the better of me. Mostly because I rarely feel anything strongly enough for it to matter. Anger, joy, frustration—they usually pass through me like a breeze through an open window. Brief. Forgettable. But this time… this time was different. This time I was enraged to the point of seeing red.

Ezhil's POV Anger Jealousy Rage Fury Betrayed These were all the emotions I was feeling right now as I stared at the two with upmost inflamed madness. I was infuriated as their lips met, the lips that belonged to me, the lips that I was first to touch. My heart was flaming with fire, burning its way through my body causing a heat of wrath to explode. I wanted to run up there, push him of her and kill him right there and then.

Just quiet attentiveness. “Ready?” he asked. “Let’s try,” I said. I lifted my hand and let a small flame form above my palm. It flickered uncertainly for a moment before stabilizing. Raven watched it carefully, his gaze moving between the fire and my face. “Anger building,” he said calmly. My eyes snapped toward him. “What?” “Left side,” he added. “Three seconds.” The emotion hit exactly when he said it would. Heat flared through my chest and the flame doubled in size before I could stop it. I clenched my fingers slightly, forcing the fire smaller again.

I ask calmly. “Oh, that. Well, yes, Elexis is right. It is a slur these days. I shouldn’t have said it. The more politically correct term is energy empath,” she places her hands on the table as she explains, tapping her fingers lightly, “Traditionally, an empath absorbs emotions of people around them. A lot of empaths don’t realize it’s even happening. They have to learn to control the absorption, otherwise they become overwhelmed, angry, or even depressed trying to manage emotions that are not even theirs.”