Emotional Novels & Stories

Instead of pushing his anxiety away, he acknowledged it but shifted focus to curiosity about how the bond worked. The bond immediately quieted. "Better," Cassian said. "You're a quick study." "I'm motivated. This was making me crazy." "I noticed." Amusement rippled through the bond. "Your frustration tastes like thunderstorms. Sharp and electric." "Emotions have tastes?" "For demons, yes. Everyone's emotional signature is different. Yours is..." Cassian paused, considering. "Complicated. Like a library during a storm. Organized chaos." Adrian didn't know whether to be offended or flattered.

Avianna's POV "Are you really sure of this, Avi?" I looked at Hope and smiled. "A month of healing is already enough, I think. And a month without him beside me, feels like an empty jar of emotions, I feel like I have no feelings, I can't feel any emotions at all. But just the little heartbeat of my baby, whispering things like; I should talk to his father and amend everything between us for his/her future," I said and rubbed my somewhat getting large belly.

King Soren and his Commander would die by my hands before this war ended. At the sight, my sadness turned to violent anger. I cried and my body shook in anger. My crying got louder and louder as I felt my temperature start to rise, and I looked down to see that I was on fire already. My emotions were taking over my powers. I let everything out, all my sadness and all my anger. I let myself break at the loss of my friends, my family.

~~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.

Assistant Jacob had gone through Thick and thin with his boss Xander but for the first time in his life he has seen his boss so empty and cold it was as if someone has ripped his soul and hollowed him out . Assistant Jacob was correct .This was how Xander felt, hollowed. This noon he got a call from Eva who told him about Lana . True he didn't love Lana and his emotions were a mess regarding her but that didn't mean he wouldn't take responsibility for theie first born . Xander closed his eyes, he knew that the beatings Lana suffered were enough to have her miscarry .

Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me. Feeling frustrated, I decide to leave the company. Everyone watches me as I go, and I head to the park. From there, I drive off to the bar to drink and find someone to have sex with. I hate women, but that doesn't mean I hate sex. I know that at the bar, I can find a prostitute who will give me what I want. Of course, she'll get what she wants too: money. And that's the end of the story. No feelings attached.

But he couldn't feel desire yet. Emotions were slowly returning to him. He knew anger. It was the first emotion he felt because of her. He felt disgusted because of her lewd words and actions. She practically molested him back then. Then, the sadness came to him when she died. He felt a little joy when he saw her again after her revival. There are eight basic emotions: anger, disgust, sadness, joy, anticipation, fear, trust, and surprise. Only four of them had come back to him.

The type of dangerous one could never decipher. OWEN WINTERS How can one feel so many emotions? For as long as I knew, I had those fucking emotions hurled up and thrown somewhere so deep, my memory wouldn't dare to find it. But why were those emotions suddenly appearing, threatening to tear the fuck out of me?