Emotions Running High Novels & Stories

Emily growled, pushing away Ruby's hand and stepping back. "Emily," David's voice called out, trying to capture her attention, but her gaze remained locked onto Ruby's. Ruby's expression turned to shock as she observed the anger burning in Emily's eyes. Lucian, too, detected the change as her irises' rims once again took on a crimson hue. Gritting her teeth, Emily struggled to comprehend the sudden intensity of Cassia's emotions. Her wolf's overpowering anger surged through her body, sending shivers down her spine and causing her heart to race. It was an overwhelming and intimidating feeling that seemed to grip her every nerve.

Moira chokes on her words as she sprints from the room. My feet feel heavy, and my mind wants to explode. Today has been one big shit show, and to top it off, I'm mated to a wolf. Emmett's sister! Who... heard me have sex with someone else. Crap, that must have hurt her little heart. My stomach feels sick. I yank at my hair. This is the most stress I have ever felt. My emotions are on overload—sorrow, worry, pain, shock, and regret. I bolt from the house that might be my place of murder when Emmett and Lisa find out.

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.

I tried not to think about that, how I shoved emotions into their brains like a well honed blade, until they broke, at that time I had no choice, it was me or them, I regret nothing, but it was a really gruesome sight one I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. “I checked before I ripped them to pieces for the vultures to dine on” I make a face of disgust. “I’m guessing that was you?” I nod after a moment, “As Nana said, I can give people my emotions, to help them feel better” I paused “or feel hell” I more than anyone know how an overwhelming amount of emotions can be deadly. “Good, you did well-“he’s cut off by the sound of knocking on the door. “I just wanted to say the food is ready now” Emm

I mumbles tears running down my face ***********************

Pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly, building fast. Then, without warning, a wave of emotions crashed over me, anger, deep sadness, overwhelming worry… the sheets beneath me grew scorching hot, far hotter than any body heat, like they could melt my fur right off my skin. I screamed. “My baby!” My eyes flew open.

I said. “Emotions?” he asked. I nodded, “I have… I have never cheated on my husband and you are the first man that… with you, it feels like it is real, different,” I said. I sounded stupid. I knew I did. “Then why are you always running? I don’t enjoy this chase, it is tiring, you know how I feel, and yet you play with these emotions,” he said. “I am sorry, I am here now,” I said.

My heart clenched as I saw Fedora's smile, her laughter frozen in time, and my mind raced with a flurry of emotions. Fury coursed through me like a wildfire, fueled by jealousy, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. Why was she with him? How could she be laughing, glowing even, in the company of a rogue mutt? Questions swirled in my mind, and I felt a mixture of anger and hurt building up within me. The surge of emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume my rational thoughts.

Words once foreign now took shape in English, a testament to the machine's ingenuity. As I delved deeper into the nuances of human expression, I began to explore the myriad ways anger manifested itself. Through videos showcasing emotions from annoyance to outright fury—shouted, enraged, livid, incensed, furious, seething, wrathful, irate, fuming, outraged—I was immersed in a lexicon of wrath. The passage of time became a blur, as if I were traversing the academic grades from the simplicity of kindergarten assignments to the complexities of high school projects.

The tension was a living entity, a force that pulsed beneath the surface of their interactions, demanding their attention and guiding their choices. Levi's voice rose to a crescendo, his emotions spilling over in a wave of anger that seemed to engulf the room. "I can't believe this!" His words were a shout, a release of the emotions that had been building within him. The air seemed charged with his energy, each word an echo of the internal struggles that had brought him to this breaking point.