روايات وقصص ضمن Emotions

"It's like I could feel what they were thinking. Their emotions and their fear." I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. "Feel their emotions?" "Like taste. Marcus's worry tasted like copper. Jordan's anger felt like electricity. Everyone's fear was pressing against my skull like a weight." What the fuck was she talking about? Feeling emotions like physical sensations? "Calla, that's not... that's not how emotions work." "I know that!" The words came out sharper than she intended. "I know it doesn't make sense. But it's happening anyway."

He looked down into his coffee. “I’ve never thought about it that way.” “I know.” “Because you’ve been looking at this like a father.” He looked up. “And she’s probably looking at it like a mother.” Neither perspective was wrong. They were simply… Different. “You keep asking why she’s angry.” I continued. “But maybe anger isn’t the real emotion.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “Anger is loud.” “Hurt isn’t.” “Fear isn’t.” “Insecurity isn’t.”

I was always warm despite living in Australia's coldest parts, but this was different. I yanked off my jacket, wanting relief from the cool air. "Ava?" Was this what she meant? What she expected me to feel? Before I could ask, swirls of different colours burst into the air, branching into a thousand emotions. I gasped as they hit me all at once, clutching at my chest. Grief. Joy. Anger. Fear. Disappointment. I must be feeling a thousand emotions at once. Were they all mine? Meeting my mother's worried gaze. I realised:

As the car sped towards the Forte company, my mind buzzed with a mix of emotions – anger at his betrayal, determination to set things right, and a glimmer of hope that he could be made to understand the gravity of his actions. "He really needs to know his place," I muttered under my breath, the tension in the car palpable. Arriving at the company, I stormed past the greetings of employees, my mind singularly focused on the task at hand. I wasted no time. Every step I took was purposeful, fueled by a fierce determination to hold Winston accountable for his misdeeds. With Sophia steadfastly by my side, I strode forward, my resolve unyielding in the face of whate

“Well, maybe I am not smart, okay? I have been quiet all these while trying to take it all in and it is fucking making me go crazy! I got abandoned by my fiance on my wedding day and in a flash, I found out some dude was waiting for me at the altar and my fiancee was getting married to my step-sister who was already carrying his child! Then this minute my mother was on my side, the next she was not, I got married to a stranger and I found out my father sold me to him, no surprise there but it is all messed up!” “You are not being fair to me also and the least you can do is be nice, not threaten me and order me around like some animal, and also, I am not a nuisance!” She yelled at him and ex

he said, snapping his fingers, and I watched as my face was all over the mirrors. “These are all the emotions you’ve felt,” he said. I saw myself in the mirror as a child, looking at Selene and her mother longingly. I was crying as I watched them. They were having a moment together while I was standing by the window, watching them with my bruised body. “Longing, anger, sadness, envy, happiness, love, desire—so many emotions, but one is missing,” he said. And true, there was one mirror, but it was blank.

My heart clenched as I saw Fedora's smile, her laughter frozen in time, and my mind raced with a flurry of emotions. Fury coursed through me like a wildfire, fueled by jealousy, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. Why was she with him? How could she be laughing, glowing even, in the company of a rogue mutt? Questions swirled in my mind, and I felt a mixture of anger and hurt building up within me. The surge of emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume my rational thoughts.

As Sylvia's insults continued, her emotions boiled over. She clenched her fists, her anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. She wanted to defend herself, to stand up to Sylvia, but she knew that it would only escalate the situation further. With a heavy heart, she turned and walked away from Sylvia, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing her break down. She felt a mix of emotions ,anger, sadness, and betrayal. She couldn't understand why Sylvia was so determined to make her life miserable, and it hurt deeply.

That was the only emotion I was feeling right now. I opened my eyes again, he had a wide smile on his face that reached his eyes: “Happy” I giggled stupidly: “Yes, this is the only thing I feel” “Okay, try to remember how you felt back in the bathroom” My cheeks heated up and he chuckled: “Not this” “Aria, When you were scared. I was terrorized beyond limits that my heart almost stopped. Bad emotions are the strongest and gives you control over the person in front of you”

She had finished her breakfast already. "You're reading my emotion. Ain't you?" She blinked her eyes and relaxed on the seat, "Sometimes I don't have control over it. It just happens automatically. I just feel what people feel within them. Pain, anger, rage, love. Their emotion passing through my veins" Luca pinched the roof of his nose and cleared his throat, "That must be painful" "Not always" She responded and got to her feet, "I should-- We should be on our way now"