Novelas y relatos de Emotions

POV: DAIMON “That scent… Those emotions…” Fenrir raised his ears in my mind, tense, feeling the same impact I did. The little human’s emotions mixed with mine, lodged deep in my gut, so deeply rooted that I could feel the full intensity of what she carried in that moment: rejection, hurt, sadness, fear, apprehension, abandonment… desire and desperation. So many emotions compressed inside a single being. How was that possible? My chest tightened. Something uncomfortable formed a knot in my throat. My stomach twisted, and a chill ran up my spine. It was strange. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not l

am nothing but a curse to her life. I couldn't stop this time. Strangled sobs racked through my body uncontrollably. Each sob pierced though my entire being, making it hard for me to breathe. My lungs suddenly felt like they were closing up on me and my vision blurred by the tears. All my pent up emotions came crashing down in the form of these tears- sorrow, despair, pain, hurt, anger, guilt, worthlessness. I let them all come out and felt every emotions once again.

'Fiona,' I heard my wolf call onto me, 'mate is sad. 'And I do not care!' I responded to her. 'Is there a way we can block from feeling some of his emotions?' 'Fiona.' Her voice trembled slightly with worry. 'This isn't some mild sadness. I can feel it. It is anger rooted in resentment and self—' 'I also hope he experiences shame, reproach, and self-disgust for the rest of his miserable life!'

"I’m not going to ask him. I’m not going to look pathetic before him." I hugged myself. At this point, I couldn’t pinpoint what I was feeling exactly Fear, anger, betrayal, shame. A myriad of emotions tumbled together. I sucked in air, then let it out. "Be calm, Gia. At least you didn’t find out too late." I tried to rein in my raging emotions, but it wasn’t working. It kept slipping from my grasp.

When I wasn’t tending to my own duties or spending time with the twins, I was usually in the training yard, trying to get the knife to obey my will again. For the most part, it was unresponsive. But I quickly realized that it had little to do with the knife itself and everything to do with my own inability to channel emotions like tools. To practice, I imagined my emotions as a physical thing. I imagined anger as a red ball of energy, joy as a golden one, sadness blue, grief green. When I reached deep within my chest and sought out one of the emotions, anger, for example, I would then picture it m

What is this weakness of an emotion? I shook as waves of emotion rolled through me—anger, sadness, confusion, and that hollow ache in my chest that wouldn’t let up. The room felt smaller like the air had been sucked out of it. The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the uneven rhythm of my breathing.

I tried to calm myself to ease the pain, but it seemed like I had lost control over my emotions. Why did I feel like I was betraying someone? Why did I feel neglected? I didn't know how to suppress my feelings; they hurt too much. I tried hard to calm down, but I always ended up sobbing and punching my chest. It was only the second time in my life that my Emotion Dysregulation had struck. Emotion Dysregulation is when you can't control or manage your emotions, leading to impulsive emotional actions that cause pain and problems.

Like he doesn't give a single fuck if I'm mad at him. I like him but I don't like these bizarre emotions that he makes me feel with just his simple actions. I don't understand why I'm so easily affected by that fisherman! I don't understand why he has this effect on me! My lips trembled uncontrollably when my phone vibrated because of his message. Negative emotions poured in me when I read it. Nabrel:

Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me. Feeling frustrated, I decide to leave the company. Everyone watches me as I go, and I head to the park. From there, I drive off to the bar to drink and find someone to have sex with. I hate women, but that doesn't mean I hate sex. I know that at the bar, I can find a prostitute who will give me what I want. Of course, she'll get what she wants too: money. And that's the end of the story. No feelings attached.

Well, I was wrong. "He appeared again, at the edges of the gates, holding strange sphere-like objects. When other Shifters came to look, he released the spheres, all of which released a wealth of feelings that invigorated the Shifters around him. They were introduced to many emotions that were not available in our realm, such as jealousy, greed and anger. The reason Shifters need emotions is to make them feel a little alive while they wait, allowing them to retain some of their original soul composition. However, these... ugly emotions lit a fire in their own souls, a burning passion that far exce