Novel & Cerita Emotions Running High

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.

I’m shocked and angry and… oddly relieved. I'm not sure what I’m doing, but I sprint for the door, feeling all the emotions at the same time.

Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.” Nyla shook her head. “I have never felt any of these emotions, Eason. I wouldn’t know how to.” Eason stared, sizing her up. “I don’t believe that. Maybe you haven’t been able to name them, but I’m sure you’ve felt them before. You must have.” “You have more faith in me than I do.” “No, I think I have just enough faith, Nyla.” His eyes bore into her, and she squirmed. “Let’s start with the easiest emotion. It’s unlike any of the others and easier to describe, so it’ll be easiest for you to identify.”

This day has just gone from exciting to downright scary. I have never in my life lost so much control; I never knew I am capable of so much rage. There is blood on my hands; it is making me sick to my stomach. I am feeling so many different emotions, and none of them are good. My body and mind are falling apart; I am near the brink of collapsing. "I am going to run you a bath." "No, it's too hot; just rinse me in the pool."

I was no longer in control, the raw force of my emotions propelled me forward. I tore through the place, destruction following in my wake. Shattered glass, shattered memories, all consumed by the tempest of my fury. The anguish in my heart matched the chaos around me, a storm of emotions that threatens to consume me whole, as all the doctors and nurses began running around, trying to figure a way out to calm me down.

Maybe a physical fight would relieve his frustrations. “Not in the physical sense of the word. We’re all aware of your strength and your power. But I’m talking about your emotions. We all have them. We all struggle with them. Some more than others. Especially a vampire…. You know for us, everything we feel is heightened, so it might be difficult controlling those emotions sometimes. Believe me, my calendar is booked solid with our fellow vampires who need help dealing with their emotions.” The shrink looked at him. No, he couldn’t allow Templeton to get this close. Emotions were a dangerous thing. They could destroy a man. Samson hauled himself out of the chair.

He mumbles and I see the fear and love in his eyes as I smile at his words. I hold his gaze, letting the silence settle between us as my heart thunders hard against my chest. Emotions I couldn’t even explain or name exploding and overwhelming me as my pulse jumps, need, contentment , satisfaction, pure love, pride, pulses through my entire being, and tiny little sparks of defiance mixed with happiness flickers through me as goosebumps rises across my skin. I’m high on endorphins, I must be. Because this kind of feelings that’s coursing through me feels dangerous, heady and addictive. It’s like my body is betraying caution, flooding me with warmth and calm and something close to love.

His eyes catch mine even from here, and I stop breathing. I walk faster, almost running, my chest burning with a thousand emotions colliding at once. Relief. Anger. Love. Fear. Tears sting my eyes and spill before I can stop them. When I reach him, I can’t control myself. My hand hits his chest once, twice, again, as the words pour out like fire.

My back hit his chest and his hands were gripping on my waist very tightly. I can feel his hot breath on my neck; My body was shivering and causing foreign feelings. I was breathing rapidly and struggling to control myself. I can feel him inhaling my scent, and leaning his head into my hair. "If you're not lying then why did you try to run?" He whispered against my ear while his hand was moving to my stomach. "Are you running from me?" He asked. His hand was moving dangerously slow under my top, my breathing hitched when his hand came in contact with my bare skin. My heart was beating rapidly against my rib cage and electricity shot all over my body.

he said, his voice full of emotion. I felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting. My emotions boiled within me, seething and churning with a raw intensity that threatened to burst forth at any moment. I felt as if i was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out over a vast ocean of feeling, and I could feel the waves crashing against me, threatening to overwhelm me with their power.