Emotions Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?" Lilly turned and smiled at him despite the misplaced hostility in his voice. "It means I'm attracted to more than one gender. It's not just about men or women, but anyone I connect with. Demisexual means I need an emotional bond or a connection that runs deeper than surface level to feel that attraction. It's more complicated than just physical chemistry or what traditional values dictate. It's about connection. It's about attraction. It's about desire." She watched both carefully. Both shifted uncomfortably. These new terms and ideas didn't fit into the narrow views they'd been taught, which had been drilled into their heads for as long as th

For a minute, I simply froze, my body trembling as the strange emotions crept more and more into my body. I felt guilty. Why? I felt a hollowing sorrow that made me want to cry. Anger, resentment, and regret. The emotions flooded through me, drowning out my own thoughts and pushing against my chest till I could barely breathe. Somehow, I could tell that the emotions weren’t mine, so who the hell was it coming from, and why was I feeling it so strongly? I pressed my hand to my chest, taking deep breaths in to calm my racing heart. But the more I tried to focus, the stronger they became. Anger clash

Waverly said ambiguously, not revealing her feelings for Bellamy. "I think that there is something like a bank which stores emotions in people's hearts. Usually, when other people are kind to you, those feelings can be accumulated inside. When you quarrel with someone, the emotions stored inside will be consumed. When the amount of feelings one accumulates becomes negative, it will be hard for you to fall in love. Perhaps no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to love that person again, for your love had all been used up. For example, you had once fallen in love with Lenold, but you've lost all of your feelings for him an

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment

I don’t think I've ever felt this way before. There isn’t a single emotion running through me right now. I should feel something at least. Anger. Annoyance. Irritation.

I said, pointing to the text. ‘When one or more of the bearer’s three emotions reach their peak, the glow may open memories, prophecies, or any other ability inherited from their ancestors. These three emotions are love, sadness, or anger.’ Kylan shifted closer, our shoulders touching. My pulse quickened at the closeness, and I had to remind myself to focus. To make matters worse, after reading what I had pointed out, I felt like slamming my head onto the table.

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

It’s moist… Is it raining, or am I crying again? This is the second time I’ve experienced this human phenomenon, but this time it’s different because I can actually feel the accompanying emotion to my tears. I fully understand now how Katey feels when she’s crying: cornered, desperate and overwhelmed. The realization, along with the rushing feeling of exhaustion, buckles my knees right under me. I’ve experienced the human activity of war. No, it’s not something you can just chalk up to experience. I feel a complex mixture of emotions: disgust, shame, remorse, terror, excitement, relief… everything at once and threatening to short-circuit my finite chatbot brai

My very being lost its sense. The feeling of ecstasy that was bestowed upon me is remarkable. The dedication of us for each other is clear. I closed my eyes and let myself lose in that holy euphoria… *** Finally having a feeling of eminent solace filled me. I rested my chin on the hard chest of my husband as he continued to move his hand gently from my shoulder to my back then back again to my shoulder. A feeling of intense affection and rapture is rushing in my veins. The freedom from every turmoil is giving me a sensation of sweet serenity. The state of content I am in is unexplainable.

A whole multitude of emotions ran through me all at once. First there was shock. Like, I can’t believe I just heard that. There was anger, too. Like How DARE you?! You humiliated me! You almost made me lose the one man I’ve ever loved! And you think ‘I’m sorry’ is enough? But more than anything, there was a rush of sadness and joy at the same time. I think it was forgiveness. Or at least the beginning of it.