Emotional Stories Novels & Stories

It was such an incredible story that I physically had trouble believing it still. “The slave traders aren’t going anywhere. They will still be there in a couple of days. Can we just take a moment?” All the pent-up emotions of the past couple of years … Hell my entire life’s worth of pent-up emotions burst out of me in one go. The floodgates had been opened and it felt as if I would never be able to stop crying.

“A film production company interested in your story?” “A film?” “Apparently someone thinks your journey from abused wife to international advocate would make compelling viewing.” “Absolutely not.” “I figured. But Em, look at this.” She shows me another screen full of messages. “These are personal emails. Women writing to thank you, to share their own stories, to ask for advice.” I scroll through them, reading fragments of lives changed by a twenty-minute speech. Women who'd been planning to leave for months and finally found the courage. Others who'd never considered leaving until they heard someone talk about life after escape.

Mama ranted about how Hussain doesn't respect her anymore. "Did you see my Hassan?" She questioned, her eye yearning for the right answer. " Yes. And he was okay" I replied without telling her the part they almost had a fight with his twin or they did. "My poor baby, he doesn't want to come home. He doesn't want to see me again" She wiped a lone tears. I did pitied her, spending more than a year without seeing someone you love is not easy. I hugged her reassuring her that he has his reason for not coming back and he will return to her as soon as he can.

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This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

She felt guilty for being the reason I was the only one left in our family. As she apologized, I had this weird feeling in my heart. Instead of being angry at her, I felt relieved. I felt relieved because, finally, I could see colors again. I immediately ran towards her and gave her a tight hug. All the emotions I've bottled up for years suddenly came all at once. I kept crying, and I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. She was aware of my condition, so all of her guilt turned into relief as she held me in her arms, telling me everything was going to be alright.

Dalia felt herself trembling, her mind lost in the haze of alcohol and overwhelming sensation. Just as when it seemed she was going to start begging for him to fill her up with his dick, the intense pleasure suddenly gave way to an emotional jolt of pain that dragged her back to reality. The tears came suddenly, hot and unstoppable. “I can’t do it anymore…” she sobbed, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “I can’t… I’m sorry… I just can’t.”

That photograph was our story, captured in one still frame. I sipped my coffee and exhaled slowly. My novels had always been about love, hope, and perseverance, themes that had grown naturally out of my own life experiences. But lately, I’d been thinking about Luca and Emilia, about how much they’d grown and how they saw the world. I wondered what kind of stories they would want to read, what tales might help them understand themselves and others better.

"Emmy, I just wanted to say that others can’t hurt you if you're strong. If you always care about what others think, you'll live for them and you will not be yourself." Emmy looked at Jade, seeming to understand a bit but not quite. She blinked her big eyes and said, "Jade, I don't quite understand what you're saying." "Well then, how about I tell you a story?" Jade smiled at Emmy. It seemed as if her smile was magical, as Emmy was instantly captivated. "Okay, I love hearing stories," Emmy said eagerly. "Then I'll start." Jade cleared her throat and began to tell the story slowly. "There was once a woman who was betrayed by the person she trusted the most and met a tragic end..."

Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain. He sprawled on the sofa and said “Ok , then I’ll tell your husband everything including you having sex with me ” “Do you think he'll believe you, over me? ” “He definitely will after he sees this recording.” Clover got up and pulled out his smartphone showing Emily a video recording. “It’s..it’s” she stuttered. “It's you and me , together, in your apartment.” “I'm sure your husband will be proud to see his wife having sex with her own brother.”