Emotional Rollercoaster Novels & Stories

More focused. “I think the babies’ magic surges when we get too worked up,” she said one night as I lay sleepless in bed. “That’s why we can’t control it. It’s not just us anymore.” She was right. Every emotion I felt—fear, joy, confusion, sadness—rippled through my body like a lightning strike through water. The lights responded first, flickering like fireflies. Then the walls creaked. The floorboards shifted. Shadows danced.

she says, pointing at the rollercoaster, which I think is a bad idea. Ariel insists on riding it, giving me no other choice than to follow her wish. We sit on the front seat, which brings out a loud scream from Ariel as the coaster lurches forward. I close my eyes, grabbing the safety bar tightly. As the coaster climbs higher and higher, my stomach churns with fear, and I clench my jaw, trying to steady my breath as the coaster reaches its peak and plummets down the track.

My face was burning red when I left the TZ company. My pulse was racing, my heart pounding in anger. How dare he insults me like that? I didn't go there with a marriage proposal, but I wanted to work in his company. I've never met such a disgusting person in my whole life, and I was definitely going to make him pay for what he did to me. I was going to do anything in my power to work in that company and see if a woman could survive working there.

“How do I know he’s not just playing with my feelings again?” I finally ask the question I keep carefully boxed up in the back of my brain. “You don’t,” she says after a beat. “Love’s a roller-coaster. You strap in, hope the safety belt holds, and scream your way through it. Maybe you pass out, maybe you throw up.” She shrugs. “But honestly? That’s better than never riding at all.” These words feel wildly out of character for Kiara — the queen of emotional detachment. But she’s saying them for me. Because she knows I’m wired differently. I feel things. Deeply. Dangerously.

] 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.

The sincerity in his voice helps calm me. “I can’t think straight … I’m so tired and overemotional.” I sag against the couch, letting out a slow breath, wiping more tears from my already sensitive face. The hangover hits me hard again and fatigue pushes at my eyelids cruelly. I long for some peace in this nightmare for just a little while, all this emotional roller coaster has done is make me crave for sleep.

"Let's do the roller coaster. The big one." Max raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? That thing looks intense." "Are you afraid?" I challenged. "Me? Never. But I didn't think you..." "My entire life is a roller coaster right now," I said, the truth of it making me laugh slightly hysterically. "Might as well embrace the metaphor." We made our way to the line for the biggest, fastest roller coaster in the park... The Cyclone. The kind that did multiple loops and barrel rolls, that made people scream and throw up and question their life choices.

The sound of her own heart resonated in her ear loudly, like the ramming of a drum. It was as if she found the missing part of her. Tears ran down her face nonstop like a river. She sobbed and her body shook, then fell to her knees with wide open arms to welcome the twins in her arms, who were running at full speed towards her while calling her mother and filled with happy tears. They almost stumbled on the ground at the strong impact when the twins jumped on her while crying loudly. All her emotions went into turmoil. She couldn’t explain her feelings when the twins were both wrapped in her arms tightly. Her yearnings and longing for the twins for all of these years make her emotions turn l

Chapter 30: The world inside a novel I am lying if I said I didn't like our date. It was actually memorable. I actually enjoyed it. If not for Rosine, I would enjoy the whole date but she just had to mess it up. While riding the roller coaster, I was in a turmoil of emotions. It was a mixed feeling of happiness, sadness, and frustration. I raised my arms and shouted the things I have always wanted. Unbeknownst to me, tears started streaming down my cheeks and Jean seemed worried about me. I can't tell him that I wanted to go back.

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.