Novelas y relatos de Emotions

he clearly explained. "I never intended to create a catastrophe," I depressingly said to him. Never could I have imagined that I was capable of those things. I was just a child and have no control over my feelings and emotions. "Then you need to control your emotions. Humans are complicated sensitive beings. They get too emotional over small and simple things. Hatred, jealousy, pride, depression, sympathy, overjoy, and excitement have a great impact on your powers." "What should I do?" I asked him.

I clenched my fists as they rested on my thighs,willing my emotions and my dick to stop trying to rule my actions. Sophia didn't belong to me and she never would. The shit I was feeling was pretty unwelcome for a guy who was known for not having any discernate emotions. My reaction to Sophia anytime I see her was visceral,primal and I had no damn idea why I felt I needed to jump onto the stage,scoop her ass up and take her home with me. Deus! These emotions scares the shit out of me. Even though,my eyes never left her,my mind started to work on exactly how I could get close to her but not too clos

“Hi, Mary Anne! What are you watching?” She felt his eyes quickly glanced at her as he passed by in front of their door. For whatever reason, she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest from the nervousness. That was so awkward! In a span of how many minutes, if it even lasted for a minute, she felt four emotions; excitement, embarrassment, nervousness, and awkwardness. How can you feel so much from just a simple interaction, if there is any interaction between them anyway? Oh well, what a way to start the day!

he said cheerfully. I was confused. What exactly was happening? Again, he stared down at the floor awkwardly. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the words. "As I said, I'm not trying to take advantage of your misery," he repeated, refusing to look at me. "But, you see… Emotions, real emotions, are so hard to capture. They’re always so quick, so fleeting. If you aren’t watching for them you’ll miss them entirely.

“Are you talking about that muscular organ located between the lungs in the middle of the chest?” “I am talking about the heart as the center of our human feelings.” “Feelings? What kinds of feelings?” She laughed hysterically. After some time, she continued. “According to your physiological approach, Doc, emotions are complex automatic responses. They arise as a result of extending the mechanisms of maintaining homeostasis.” Mike was speechless. He just stared at her in disbelief. He wondered how he missed the moment when she became a bitter person, who defended herself against any actions directed beyond reason; an exact copy of him. He was terrified.

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.

You can't force a person to love you<< Jack's emotions were on his stomach; when he was nervous or anxious, his stomach would twinge, and the urge to go to the bathroom would increase. When he was angry, his stomach felt heavy, and his chest burned; when he felt sad, it wasn't his stomach that weighed him down; it was his heart. When he was with Annette... his stomach fluttered as Collette said; he had eyes for no one else and sometimes felt warmth in his cheeks.

But he couldn't feel desire yet. Emotions were slowly returning to him. He knew anger. It was the first emotion he felt because of her. He felt disgusted because of her lewd words and actions. She practically molested him back then. Then, the sadness came to him when she died. He felt a little joy when he saw her again after her revival. There are eight basic emotions: anger, disgust, sadness, joy, anticipation, fear, trust, and surprise. Only four of them had come back to him.

Lydia told him) to the impracticality of the word ‘overmorrow’. Each conversation frustratingly brought on a new emotion that was almost the opposite of whichever emotion he had just felt. It was rare for there to be such a range of emotions open for Bradley to feel, as rarely did he venture outside of fear, and happiness, and overwhelmed, and sometimes sadness (though it could be argued that anger was felt often enough for it to be added). He wasn’t sure what to do with anything, and tried his best to keep his emotions pressed to the edge of his mind. It was so much easier to avoid rather than to feel.

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteeen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty ... Lila held no sympathy for the man, playing tough guy in front of her, tired of all the emotions that she was being forced to watch, each and every feeling of each and every person on show in front of her. She felt nothing inside. Again.