Emotions Running High Novels & Stories

With each step. Her sobs grew louder, echoing through the quiet of the forest. Her feet pounded against the uneven ground, and she pushed herself to run faster, desperate to escape the cruel words and the crueler act of the slave's aggression. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, hurt, and sadness mingled together, leaving her feeling utterly vulnerable and raw.

Celine cried out loud. “ Don't you dare make me more angrier if you still treasure that beautiful face of yours. “ Danielle was definitely furious and angry. She glared at Celine like q wild cat ready to attack her prey. Celine crawled out and tried to stand up. “ Who do you think you are? You're just his employee.” She shouted. There was a trace of tears on her cheeks. She felt the pain on her head that Danielle had caused. “ I'm not just his employee! His mine! That means I'm his girlfriend!” Danielle said it out loud.

it can be. I instantly advert my gaze immediately feeling very hot and sweaty and overwhelmed with emotions and feelings. Why the fuck am I feeling like this? A confused and questioning expression spread all over his face but I just murmured a quick goodbye and ran to my room, after bumping into the wall hitting my thigh and cheek which hurt like a bitch. Closing my door, I leaned on it and took deep breathes. A whirlpool of emotions flooded through me and my breath got funny. Anxious, happy, sad, excited, calm, nervous and....horny.

Jesus, you’d fucking swear I’m in a confession booth with the way I’m spilling my guts to this girl. “It wasn’t torture for me, Anya.” I move my hand to her arm and brush my fingers up and down her slender bicep. “The attraction is there.” She keeps still and doesn’t say a word for what feels like half an hour. I hear her take a deep breath before she whispers, “Our emotions are all over the place. The traumatic experience is making us feel things we wouldn’t normally feel. Everything is heightened.” “True.” I nod my head but add, “It doesn’t mean the emotions aren’t real.”

They were watching me in horror with their shocked eyes. Veronica opened her mouth to say something, but Nathan stopped her," leave it for later. Will you? " and she closed her mouth again. Again she cleared her throat, "so what are we waiting for? Run! " *** Determination to win. set in our eyes, when we were running without anything else. Hearts were about to explode, adrenaline rushing through our veins, blood is pumping so fast in our system, and, yet we were running like our lives were dependent on it.

When I come for her, there will be blood. Of course, anger is the predominant emotion. It’s constantly sizzling under the surface, threatening to spill over and consume me. I’ve been snapping off at everyone, damn near taking their heads off anytime they hazard an attempt to speak to me. I’m even worse company than I was before, and I’ve always been a prickly sonofabitch, so that’s saying something.

Michelle, I am so sorry, I failed. They are right, I am already tired and I have nowhere else to run, I am on the edge and I might fall if I plan to move an inch, I am clearly cornered. My tears started to fall out of disappointment. I am slowly enveloped by fear, anger, and frustrations. And every second I feel like I am already running out of breath.

James went for a run the next morning. The sun would not be rising for another hour or two yet. He’d still not proved to Emily that they truly were meant to be together, and it was killing him. He could feel her moods now and James wasn’t sure how she lived with all the high emotions. Emily always seemed so calm and put together. Now he could feel the chaos she endured every day and how his words and actions affected it. James hated it and he couldn’t stand for it. Things must change that he knew for sure. The issue was how to change them.

The situation was pretty much the same he was sitting in the same dilemma last time and this time also he was sitting in dilemma too. a few days ago, he was fighting, or let's call it he was dealing with the storm of all the kind of emotion that was stirring up in his heart, and now also he was doing the same dealing with a hurricane of emotion that was forming inside his heart. the emotion of anger, fear, sadness, guilt, and many others there was all the kinds of emotion stirring up in his heart except the happy one. few days also he was not able to do anything immediately and now also he wasn't able to do anything.

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.