Emotional Novels & Stories

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.

Ruby POV Stupid fucking tears. I hated being so emotional. I hated not having control over my own body, that I would have this burning in my eyes and the tightening in my chest. It seemed no matter what I felt in a moment, if there were too many emotions, I started to cry. I wasn’t even sure what emotion I was dealing with most right now, humiliation or disappointment.

] A series of 'laughing' emoticon was sent before a content was eventually written by Henry. [Don't be angry, baby...] Baby? [You're crazy!] Immediately the message was sent, he exited the app and grabbed the bottle of water on the bed. He opened the lid of the bottle and gulped down half of the content. With a sigh, his eyes scanned the room before his gaze landed on the big poster of the basketball star. He smiled. A determination suddenly filled him up. If his grades were going to hinder him from being like this man, then he was going to tackle them.

Cyril sighed rubbing his palms on his face in pure frustration. "I can't control my emotions when it comes to her, Anger, Jealousy, happiness, sadness and many more. I was master in masking my emotions but in front of her I am like an open book, I easily become angry at her resistance, cruel words, I have never been jealous before especially not like this, the intensity and the rush of anger when she showed sadness for that fucktard, I felt so fucking messed up!" Cyril said everything with so much thoughts and confusion all over his face.

I turned to Pedro and said sharply, “I am not emotional! Do not stand there and tell me what I am feeling because I have every right to be angry. I have every right to be hurt. I have every right to walk away from this mess.” Pedro turned to look at me and shouted firmly, “Yes, you are emotional! And that is okay! You are allowed to be emotional! But you are also making a decision in the heat of the moment. You need time to think this through. You need time to breathe. You need time to decide what you really want.” I stared at him, with my chest heaving and hot tears falling from my eyes. I wanted

“Yes, you are.” “I can’t just—turn it off!” “No,” he said, voice sharper now. “But you can stop feeding it.” I shook my head. “I don’t even know how it works!” “Then listen.” His voice dropped. Not loud. But commanding. Grounding. “Your power reacts to emotion,” he said. “Fear. Anger. Panic.” “That’s basically everything I feel right now!” “Then narrow it.” “How?” “Focus.” “On what?” His eyes held mine.