Emotions Running High Novels & Stories

Our warriors… our sub pack, our family, our mates. My heart is racing, I can taste the fear and tension all around me as they all wait. My heart in my throat, my body cold and frozen in growing anticipation and fear. My head so bound up in the what if’s I have had to stop myself thinking at all. My emotions clogged by the many so I can’t escape emotion swirling around me like an eternal drain on my energy.

“I do, but not every fucking day or night until I can’t stand straight.” She shouts back seeming fed up with his attempt to reverse the blame to her. I can sense her own anger creeping into my thoughts as wave after wave of every fight argument or negative experience she had with the man rushed through my mind before cutting short as the rage forced its way back into my mind. It is the most intense wave of emotions I ever sensed from her increasing my own furry at the thought of her being upset.

“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!

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

' He carefully explained. 'What rubbed off the wrong way. She's obviously head over heels with you!' I muttered under my breath through the link. 'So many damn flies hovering around you.' And for once in my life, I was anxious about our vague set-up.. It is especially bad today since my emotions are heightened up because of our fucking first night together in the same room. Then we were suddenly apart the next morning. Even if it was just for a few hours, that had a huge impact on me. I don't know about him, but my emotions are like volcanoes that are about to erupt. I wanted to cry, but I held it together. No fucking way will I ever cry while I'm here!

She felt the weight of the countdown, unsure of the consequences that awaited her if she failed to meet Stefano's enigmatic deadline. ……………… As Emily's bare feet pounded against the pavement, the ache in her soles intensified with every step. She can’t walk by wearing those high heels. His urgency of reaching his house within the allotted fifteen minutes pushed her to run, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her hair, once carefully styled, now hung in disarray, tousled by the force of her movements. Trails of mascara streaked down her cheeks because of continuous crying that had marred her makeup. Her lips were blood-red, having been bitten and chewed in an attempt to stifle her cries.

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.