Novelas y relatos de Emotions

Chapter 12 Declan: My heart is fucking racing like no tomorrow, an incessant pulse felt throughout my whole entire body. My emotions are running wild, so fucking wild. Anger for one, regret another, sadness a third, and lastly worry. Ellie for obvious reasons claiming my mind.

She said in the most relaxed pitch. Emotions are the best armory that creates a tremor to the soul – happy to sad or vice-versa. We are puppets under its influence, no matter how strong or confident we feel but just a single wave of emotion can change the whole scenario in a snap of seconds. At some points, human emotions make them strong and at times can easily push them to the edge of closing stages. Reese understood this point very well, she knew she still doesn't have control over her emotions but still she can try hard to mask them.

He should be more reasonable because right now I was losing my mind. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Every emotion— the pain, stress, anger— started to devour me. They were heightened and they were overwhelming. My heart felt like it was going to explode, it was crippling me. I was trying to shake them off but, right now, all that was in my mind was doing what I got to do. From my heightened emotions, I couldn't help but run to the humongous gate, gripping the railing and shaking it with so much force.

When all of my senses were blocked; it was the emotions I felt. They were at their rawest; churning seas of rage and disgust, boiling lakes of hatred and desperation. Those festering, poisonous emotions bubbled beneath my skin, picking and scratching as they fought past my control. Floating in that darkness, with nothing but those carnal emotions guiding my thoughts; I couldn't remember why I was holding them back in the first place; why I shied away from what I could do.

A thousand moments hidden behind those walls. Memories only she can see. Maybe she's remembering birthdays. Family dinners. Arguments that once felt world-ending. Moments that seemed ordinary while she was living them. Moments she'd probably never imagined she could lose. Her expression tightens. I wonder which memory she's seeing now. I wonder if it hurts. There are so many emotions on her face that I struggle to decipher them all. Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. Pain. Love. Grief. All warring for dominance.

Angioletto's Pov Anger. I feel it so deep in my bones and my bloodstreams. I feel it so deep the glare of my eyes could slice through a skin. I feel it so deep my words could cut so deep, and my temperature so high it could burn the entire world. Rage, anger, joy, happiness, jealousy, envy, confusion—these emotions have had little or no impact on me for years until her. Until Oceane. It’s like she came in and stirred up a great eruption in me.

I said. He turned back to face me, curiosity in his eyes. “There’s something Nox always does - he hides his emotions from me. Can you teach me how to do that?” Roman stared at me as if I had requested a punishment. “It takes time and practice-“ “I’m a fast learner.” I interrupted, determined. His gaze softened, and for a moment, the Roman I was accustomed to reappeared. “Most emotions are likened to the elements- water, air, fire and earth. Depending on the element you attach with the intensity of your emotions, there’s always something that is stronger than it. You.”

My teeth clenched in determination, a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. "Why do I feel this way about Antonio?" I questioned aloud, my voice a mixture of desperation and anger. My fist clenched and unclenched, a physical manifestation of the battle raging within me. The conflicting emotions swirled like a tempest, a chaotic symphony that played out in the depths of my consciousness.

Her eyes pinched at the corners. I nodded. "Yes. I can still feel your emotions, but it's more like they are..." I tipped my head to the side. I didn't know if they'd understand how I thought about emotions. "I see emotions like water. Lakes, oceans, streams, rivers. That kind of thing." I watched them. They nodded at me. Gestured for me to continue.

“You got so angry last time I tried.” Kelanar looks sad and nods. “Sorry, I was just frustrated.” “Maybe I was showing a little cowardice myself. Embrace the fact that you are a woman. You can’t hide it, and it does not affect you in any way that truly matters.” “ Well, like I said, I am going to show the world that I can be a warrior and a beautiful woman too. So, I think I have embraced it.” She spots the town, and it is so much bigger than she was expecting.