Novel & Cerita Emotional

I blabbered in front of him while he just gave at me with his fave holding no emotions. But now, you appear we had a night stand and since then, my mind my emotions, and everything that was okay to me had to be questioned. Sometimes I had to question my sexuality even if I am convinced that I love Linda and our relationship had lasted long with me being happy. But you showed up and I don't find everything I find about her attractive anymore.

"Emotion accelerates shift instability the most from what I know. Large surges of it especially can have either a positive or negative affect on your connection with your wolf." The implication hangs there. Emotion? Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. Love. I swallow thickly. "You think this is just me losing control of my emotions?" "No." His gaze darkens. That single word feels different. "I think you're definitely reacting to something though," he continues slowly, "to something you haven't identified yet." My pulse thunders. "And what do you think that is?" Aaron holds my gaze for a little too long. His voice dropping an octave.

Then the Architect answered slowly. “A system override designed to target emotional resonance directly.” My breath stopped. “What does that mean?” “It means,” the Architect said calmly, “their love will become unstable.” The pulse shuddered violently. Kieran gasped. “No…” “Yes.” I felt the change immediately. Mortals’ emotions were shifting. Not erased. Twisted. Doubt. Fear. Anger. All mixing together. The pulse flickered wildly. “Kieran!” I shouted. “I feel it!”

The air was thick with his emotions - fear, anger, and a tinge of remorse. [Look for a memory tinged with happiness, a moment he holds dear,] the inner power advised, guiding me through the labyrinth of Dorian's thoughts. [It could be a reunion, a victory, any fragment suffused with positive emotions.] Amidst the cacophony of Dorian's memories, I found a glimmer of light, a memory of him embracing his sister after a long absence. It was a moment filled with genuine warmth and love, untouched by the darkness that had consumed him.

My eyes showed foreign emotions of sadness and nervousness. “I apologized to you the day I left for London just to see your break up message when the plane landed. Fucking why?” He ask as politely as possible. “I was tired of the life I lived Kelvin. We were in a toxic relationship and I wasn’t benefiting anything from it” I say cleaning My eyes as I hiccuped “So you thought ‘since You’re the princess of Alameda, you could fucking break up with me on the Phone” he hits my table furiously “Kelvin, calm down please”

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

"Em..." *********************************************

“We receive your introduction.” Silence. The words felt important. Not because of what they contained. Because of what they did not contain. No demand. No interpretation. No attempt to categorize. Only reception. The unknown awareness resonated gently. And for the first time— Emma felt something like emotion. Not human emotion. Not even system emotion. Relational emotion. The feeling generated when mutual acknowledgment stabilizes across difference. The Observer pattern flickered. “Cross-awareness affirmation event detected.” The Interferer followed.

I do not know whether to be angry at him for pulling a typical man move and calling me emotional, or curious about how he could tell what my mood is. “I know, I know,” He holds his hands out, palms up, in a gesture I think was meant to placate me. “It’s cliche for me to call you emotional. I mean no disrespect. I can sense emotions, and when I came upon you, I could sense extraordinarily strong emotions.” “Are you sure you weren’t just sensing my anger and irritation at someone sneaking up on me while I was relaxing?” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest, cocking my hip.

He scented the need coming off his peers in waves. “Why can I smell them?” “You’ll smell everything. You’ll also notice that each emotion has a scent as well. Arousal, hate, greed, jealousy, fear, pain, it will all combine together. You’ve got to learn to keep focus and ignore the scents.” “How did you do it?”