Emotions Running High Novels & Stories

Their hasty retreat was a testament to the intensity of my emotions. Rage coursed through my veins, an unfamiliar and overwhelming sensation. It was as if my body was a vessel, overflowing with anger and frustration. "What the hell happened? If I didn't arrive, you might have killed him!" David snapped, his eyes filled with displeasure. I sighed, taking deep breaths to calm my racing nerves. The air seemed thick, heavy with tension. "I don't know... it was like I lost control, and my emotions got the best of me," I replied truthfully.

Chapter 12 Declan: My heart is fucking racing like no tomorrow, an incessant pulse felt throughout my whole entire body. My emotions are running wild, so fucking wild. Anger for one, regret another, sadness a third, and lastly worry. Ellie for obvious reasons claiming my mind.

— Max My legs moved on their own along the treadmill, the cool sweat caused by the sweltering heat trickled down my back in torrents. I had my earphones plugged in, listening to an Eminem smash jam, but it slowly morphed now to one of the numerous, distinctive voices in my head. My unsteady breathing and the sound of my feet connecting hard on the surface rang loudly through the empty gym. I needed to get rid of this anger. I needed to get rid of this pain. I was running faster and faster until I was levitating.

ATTICUS POV Our breath comes out ragged as we run through Logan's land, but our labored breathing isn't from the physical exertion of exercise, but from our emotions. Having Karina touch us and care for us was more than we could handle. It was an internal explosion of emotion. Happiness, longing, insecurity, fear, self-loathing. It was all we could have ever hoped for, but it was terrifying. We aren't good enough for Karina and we know it. Being hugged and questioned by her was one of the scariest moments of our lives.

Our emotions are running high—they can't be effectively communicated or even expressed. It's fear, anger, love, longing, sadness, and determination. Too much to handle. A few more hours pass, and the terrain becomes familiar to me even though I can't see the academy. My heart's starting to race, and I'm hyperventilating. It isn't exhaustion, it's having to accept the fact that our fate now relies on how the meeting we talked about will go. Am I ready for such a change? I want it, that I know. But am I ready?

Now that he saw the true face of the person he served, he felt…. "Hate, anger, sorrow and pity. These are all the emotions that I feel. As long as I lived, there was no way I was going to betray you, your highness. But to think you wouldn't trust me and even try to get rid of my family……you are a disgusting person, your highness"

He should be more reasonable because right now I was losing my mind. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Every emotion— the pain, stress, anger— started to devour me. They were heightened and they were overwhelming. My heart felt like it was going to explode, it was crippling me. I was trying to shake them off but, right now, all that was in my mind was doing what I got to do. From my heightened emotions, I couldn't help but run to the humongous gate, gripping the railing and shaking it with so much force.

I said, pointing to the text. ‘When one or more of the bearer’s three emotions reach their peak, the glow may open memories, prophecies, or any other ability inherited from their ancestors. These three emotions are love, sadness, or anger.’ Kylan shifted closer, our shoulders touching. My pulse quickened at the closeness, and I had to remind myself to focus. To make matters worse, after reading what I had pointed out, I felt like slamming my head onto the table.

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.”