Emotional Novels & Stories

“You’re demented, you know that? Why couldn’t we just have a civil conversation?” Fate grabs my arm. “You call this civil?” “I meant a civil conversation in a civil place,” I growl. Fate lets go of me, as I brush my hair back, wondering if as an Immortal, he would feel pain if I knocked him in the nose. Knowing it’s surely pointless, I settle myself, pinning my arms to the side. Fate is a few wary steps away, doubtful I will hurt him, but uneasy about my next emotional outburst. What can he expect?

POV: DAIMON “That scent… Those emotions…” Fenrir raised his ears in my mind, tense, feeling the same impact I did. The little human’s emotions mixed with mine, lodged deep in my gut, so deeply rooted that I could feel the full intensity of what she carried in that moment: rejection, hurt, sadness, fear, apprehension, abandonment… desire and desperation. So many emotions compressed inside a single being. How was that possible? My chest tightened. Something uncomfortable formed a knot in my throat. My stomach twisted, and a chill ran up my spine. It was strange. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not like this.

So here I was, in the cove on pack lands that was well hidden from the other pack members, trying to harness the water that called to my soul. “You need to find the one emotion that triggers it. And I can already tell you it isn’t anger, so focus on the one you know you have to but don’t want to,” Tell told me. I huffed. He was right. Anger wasn’t my emotion. Anger wasn’t tied to water. It was sadness. And I was fighting that. “I don’t like having to cry every time I need to move water,” I told him flatly which made him chuckle.

Aside from the extreme anger, here comes extreme sadness, my emotions feel heightened in some way and I couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or a good one! . . TBC

All the emotions in the room made him dizzy, he had to swallow hard as his stomach rebelled. Roman's inner fear billowed through Slater, his subliminal agony crashing against him like waves in the ocean. They tugged on him and he had to put both legs firmly into the ground to brave the onslaught. If Roman was around, it was worse. Then every smallest nuance of the Puerto Rican's emotional world spilled over to him and the more intensely the other felt, the more it raged inside him. Which was also the reason that Roman's current mood dominated the room. He pulsed with emotions, literally bleeding them into the atmosphere around him. The air was saturated with a

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.

Penalty Bar: Punishments scale based on mission failure, emotional instability, or disobedience. “Emotional instability?” I whispered. “That’s my whole personality.” Before I could flee, the system opened the shop. SYSTEM SHOP … CATEGORIES: Emotional Boosts, Social Enhancers, Crisis Items The Emotional Boosts tab blinked obnoxiously until one item lit up. Minor Emotional Boost … 10 points Helps host maintain calmness and positivity for short periods. I stared at it. I thought of the chaos. Of Adrian. Of reporters. Of Dream shielding m

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.

I said, pointing to the text. ‘When one or more of the bearer’s three emotions reach their peak, the glow may open memories, prophecies, or any other ability inherited from their ancestors. These three emotions are love, sadness, or anger.’ Kylan shifted closer, our shoulders touching. My pulse quickened at the closeness, and I had to remind myself to focus. To make matters worse, after reading what I had pointed out, I felt like slamming my head onto the table.

We know that because as soon as you passed out, the flames died immediately' Alex said, moving from the bed to stare out the window. My gaze followed her. 'so the flames were controlled by me being angry?' I asked. 'Not just anger, any strong emotions. Whether anger, sadness, happiness or pain. The stronger the emotions, the fiercer the flames' Arizona mused, looking at me. I noticed movements out of the corner of my eyes and I turned.