Novel & Cerita Emotions Running High

“I mean… can you try to calm down?” “What’s wrong?” Shaun asked. His anger was gone. “I’m tired and overwhelmed,” I told him and before he asked I added, “I can sense people’s emotions and for the last few days everyone stress, anxiety, and anger have been like running through a field of cactus. Which is why I can’t handle any of this.” I waved my hand towards the area where he and Alec had almost started fighting. “You can sense emotions?” Shaun repeated, as if he didn’t believe me.

I swooped her in my arms and head out. T. B. C. Thank God our Roy is safe. I need someone to teach Fred the different types of emotions please..... Chest burning in great anger indeed. You are jealous joor!

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.

“I have a naturally high body temperature. It’s… normal for me.” I stared at him, baffled. “Naturally high? How is that even possible?” He looked away, back towards the lobby entrance, his posture stiff. “It gets higher when I’m angry.” The statement was so absurd, so completely unexpected, that a startled laugh burst out of me. “What? You’re kidding, right? Like a human thermometer? When you’re angry, you just… what, boil over?”

Fuck, ever since I got paired with her, all my emotions are explosive, and I am even more unhinged. I looked outside the back passenger window; we're on the highway, and the moving view was fitting as I struggled to focus on anything. My mind is a raging storm. Is this how it feels when paired with a mate that has your heart? I hear Drud hum in agreement as he listens to my thoughts.

Andrew resounded, as he stood on his feet and walked to the window in his office. "That's supposed to be a good thing right? Why then do you worry?" Maxwell asked confused, as he walked to where he stood and rested his head on his shoulder. "It's too quiet Maxwell, and it worries me that something big is about to hit us, and I hope and pray that this feeling should just be wrong and maybe we could live our happy life we have now, it could be the perfect happy ending for us," he said as his eyes glisten with unknown emotions, while maxwell stayed quiet thinking of what he had said.

The cemetery was large, covering many acres, but Jim had worked there nearly six months now, so he knew the quickest route. As he ran down the asphalt path Jim felt the ground beside it rumble. Whatever had been underneath the shed was now chasing him. It was in the earth right beneath him. Something was terribly wrong, things like this shouldn’t happen. What had Cundle been doing in the shed to cause this to happen? Jim’s heart pumped and the blood sang in his ears, colours seemed brighter and his vision was sharper. Jim could pick out individual blades of grass and petals on a daisy. His cousin, a head-case who’d done two tours in Iraq, once told him this happened under fire. In fight or f

Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. Running?? #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

He was lost in a sea of uncertainty, unable to grasp the true nature of his feelings. As he stood there, his emotions boiled over like a pot left on the stove for too long. Anger, regret, and disappointment swirled within him, threatening to consume them whole. But it was the murderous feeling towards those who had hurt his mate that burned the brightest. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set in a hard line as he vowed to make them pay for their transgressions.

"Liar!" I raise my hand to slap him. I stop inches from his face, my hand trembling. I’m so angry I could burn the building down. I’m so hurt I want to scream. And god help me, I am so turned on I can barely stand. The anger is hot. It’s vibrating in my blood, mixing with the residual adrenaline from the sensory deprivation session. "Raw emotion is fuel," Echo’s voice cuts through the room. It’s loud. Distorted slightly, as if the system is straining under the weight of the tension. "Don't waste it. Use it."