Emotions Show Novels & Stories

My eyes fly open “I got it?!” She tips her chin. “Try again” Eager for another go, I tap the back of her hand, breathing in and out as I focus on Nana. I focus on the current that flows from her, I stretch out my senses like imaginary hands then I try to put a name to what I feel from her “Anxious?” I ask out loud. It feels kinda fidgety. She hums and switches and we go from there, I with the flow, it’s like a smooth glide. Though I find it harder to narrow down more complicated emotions like nervousness, frustration, and confusion. But stronger and more direct emotions like anger, happiness, and relief are quite easy to figure out.

She stared at him slowly into his eyes, gazing at him. She could finally see It! She could see his emotions! The emotions he never showed, the emotions he always hid every time, She could finally see it!

Because when Em was feeling down, I sometimes felt like crawling into a hole and never coming back up again. ‘But there are also the happy emotions,’ Linus reminded me. There were. The love that Emmy felt for me was just as intense as the guilt and sadness she felt. The happiness she got from training or doing good was even stronger than those bad emotions. But now, Emmy was unsure what Grandma Lily was thinking, and true to her nature, Emmy assumed Grandma Lily disapproved. In reality, it was clear that my grandma was crying happy tears when she saw we were both marked. “We wanted to surprise you.” I said, hoping to ease some of the tension.

I am not happy at all. You seem not to understand that I am a man, and I was raised not to show my emotions. Don't give me that crap about being a man. Women love it when men show their emotions. It lets us know that you have feelings and that you fundamentally care. It makes you much stronger and more confident to know that men have feelings.

There were slight hesitations in their voices, and they gummed their backs to the entrance door in fear of me. I ignored them while Colbert answered them. They were young vampires who still had atoms of emotions. Vampires like me are emotionless, and I love it that way. It brings me much respect and makes no one mess with me. My elder brother Colbert often displays certain human emotions, and it irritates me. The only emotion I am capable of showing is wrath.

00All kinds of emotions interweaved in the world, such as love, friendship, and affection. 00She lowered her eyes and turned to walk in.

I wanted to see her emotions completely void, to prove she was a queen worthy of standing beside me. However, as Emma turned to walk away, her frayed emotions were evident. She tried to hide it, to feign strength and indifference, but her body language betrayed her. She was crumbling at the seams, and I could see her struggling to keep it together. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't hide the tremble in her hands or how her shoulders drooped ever so slightly.

I stood there by his grave, staring blankly at his coffin with no tears, no emotions and definitely not a tinge of sadness. It's not like I'm happy Grandpa is dead; I can't just bring myself to feel what other people are feeling. At this time, I have read a lot about the primary emotions, and I understand why people feel them. I have immersed myself in studying people and emotions thanks to Grandpa, and I can tell what you feel by just looking at the expression on your face. While everyone was looking at me like a cursed devil child for not crying or feeling sad at my grandfather's funeral, only a pair of hazel eyes looked at me with something other than the look everyone was giving me.

She snapped, getting up from her seat. "I didn't mean to stare" I got out quickly, moving back to give her more space. Her eyes were suspicious. It was as if she thought I was going to attack at any minute. It was both weird and refreshing to see someone who wore their emotions on their sleeve. I could just look at her and know everything she was thinking or feeling. It was foreign because in our world, showing any emotion at all was asking to be killed. I learned that at a young age. The hard way.

Chapter 5 VINCENZO POV Watching the emotions play on her face felt like watching a soap opera. The face contorted with defeat and surrender, but her eyes sparkled with rebellion. I have witnessed men beg for their life, fear dancing within then and the guarantee of impending doom holding them immobile. I have also witnessed others as they stilled themselves, refusing to show any act of cowardice. But I have never seen the two emotions, as contradictory as they are, morphed into one.