Emotional Novels & Stories

The only thing I did that brought me any resemblance of joy. Those flowers that I myself have cared for, nurtured and worried for. My blood was boiling. I never got mad at him- never because I always felt like such a piece of shit for all I've ever done to him. I always tried to be quiet, tried to keep out of his life. Still, this one things- this... All of that was stupid to this- this-

“Both.” I stare down at my hands resting over the blanket. “Physically?” I murmur. “Like I got hit by a truck.” That earns me a soft huff of laughter. “But emotionally” My voice trails off. Because how do I even explain this feeling? This strange mixture of fear and grief and anger and relief all tangled together inside me. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly. Kumba watches me carefully. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.” His voice is so gentle it almost breaks me.

P.V. Liam Frey Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I started to break everything possible in the room. Not before I had recovered from the knee Luna gave me. I couldn't have done that to her, not to my girl. Fuck! Why do I always do things without thinking? Always letting anger dominate me. I waited 3 years to come and do shit? I'm a son of a bitch and a bastard. My room was already totally destroyed. I went to the dresser and took a bag of powder, made a little row on my arm, soon I felt it inside me and starting to feel calmer.

“I did. But it was a message from a client. I’m just a messenger. I tried to steady my breathing. “What… is your job?” Her smile was wry now. Tired. “I call it emotional freelancing. Some days it’s ‘accidentally’ spilling coffee on a girl to make a guy swoop in. Some days it’s pretending to cry in front of a cheating boyfriend to trigger guilt. Sometimes it’s delivering flowers with the wrong name on the card. Breakups. Makeups. Paranoia triggers. Emotional landmines. It’s a niche market—but there’s money in it.” “You’re serious.”

Is it that weird that I don't get lost and react? "Emotions are there simply to make you realise how something has impacted you. Whether it is happy, sad, angry or disappointed. They are guidelines; they are not meant to be the weapon." He chuckles. "You're very wise. I'm sure I have said it before, and I just want to affirm it again. You're far smarter than most, and your knowledge exceeds many despite you not being taught." "Imagine how amazing I would be if I were taught." I smile, and he chuckles.

It was about emotional manipulation in general, about affecting how people felt and changing the emotional landscape around me. And if I could make people feel desire, maybe I could make them feel other things too.

Just enough to mirror the emotional cooling. I curse under my breath. “No.” Aidan watches closely. “Confirmed.” Ezra relaxes slightly. The point returns. Balanced distance restored. I shake my head. “No. Absolutely not.” “It responds to emotional posture,” Ezra says. “Yes,” Aidan replies. “That means connection is not purely cognitive.” I look between them. “You’re both taking this too calmly.” Because this means mood matters. Trust matters. Fear matters. How do you defend against something that can read what you feel through the shape of your attention.

"Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?" Lilly turned and smiled at him despite the misplaced hostility in his voice. "It means I'm attracted to more than one gender. It's not just about men or women, but anyone I connect with. Demisexual means I need an emotional bond or a connection that runs deeper than surface level to feel that attraction. It's more complicated than just physical chemistry or what traditional values dictate. It's about connection. It's about attraction. It's about desire." She watched both carefully. Both shifted uncomfortably. These new terms and ideas didn't fit into the narrow views they'd been taught, which had been drilled in

Then whispered, “That is why I cannot tell what is mine anymore.” Adrian did not respond. Because there was no correction that could separate it cleanly anymore. A sudden flicker passed through the system interface. But no data appeared. Instead, a new kind of alert surfaced. UNCLASSIFIED EMOTIONAL OVERFLOW DETECTED Anna frowned slightly. “…emotional overflow.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “That should not be triggering at this stage.” Silence. Anna looked at him. “What does it mean?” Adrian answered quietly, “It means the system cannot categorize current affected states into existing emotional models.

The situation was pretty much the same he was sitting in the same dilemma last time and this time also he was sitting in dilemma too. a few days ago, he was fighting, or let's call it he was dealing with the storm of all the kind of emotion that was stirring up in his heart, and now also he was doing the same dealing with a hurricane of emotion that was forming inside his heart. the emotion of anger, fear, sadness, guilt, and many others there was all the kinds of emotion stirring up in his heart except the happy one. few days also he was not able to do anything immediately and now also he wasn't able to do anything.