Emotional Stories Novels & Stories

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

I only hope that you'll feel something real and strong between every word and line when you get down with it. And as a writer, I've always believed that stories are meant to reflect raw and unfiltered emotions we sometimes carry deep inside us, and within us. They're not just about two perfect people falling for one another under perfect sculpted circumstance, but two flawed people figuring out their own pain, hopes and fear, then navigating it between themselves. And this book is a statement to that knowledge and believe.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

It was so heartbreaking that the painting was able to make people who saw it shed tears. The young painter with the surname Huang had produced many works. All of his works had their own emotions. René always succeeded in conveying various kinds of emotions in each of his paintings. But, when a mysterious painting was produced by his hand while he was in an unconscious state, various kinds of emotions were present in his mind. He was confused, feeling strange, annoyed, and somehow he was scared as well. But, out of all the emotions, there was one emotion that made René almost go crazy. Why did he feel a little happiness when he saw the painting? Why was there an urgency to smile? Why? Why? No

Assistant Jacob had gone through Thick and thin with his boss Xander but for the first time in his life he has seen his boss so empty and cold it was as if someone has ripped his soul and hollowed him out . Assistant Jacob was correct .This was how Xander felt, hollowed. This noon he got a call from Eva who told him about Lana . True he didn't love Lana and his emotions were a mess regarding her but that didn't mean he wouldn't take responsibility for theie first born . Xander closed his eyes, he knew that the beatings Lana suffered were enough to have her miscarry .

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Why these feelings are so complicated? Nowadays, I am living in a village, which is almost surrounded by a large green forest. I came here with my friends, for a small outing. But I just loved this place and people here are very good at heart. Don't know how in a while, they have become like my family. I just settled down over here, for two reasons- first, I don't have anyone in this world I lost my family members in a car accident and the second reason is that the people over here are like my family now, I love to stay here with all of them

Fèmi also responded with funny emojis. "Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.

"But it's fragile. It requires intentional effort. It requires not defaulting to your usual patterns of avoiding emotional difficulty through overwork." "I can do that." "Can you? Or are you saying that because you think it's what I want to hear?" Marcus took a long drink of his coffee, which was bitter and cold. "I don't know yet. I'm going to try, though. I'm going to genuinely try." Sienna reached across the table and took his hand. "That's enough for now. Try. And if you're struggling, tell me. Don't withdraw and assume you need to solve it alone."