Emotions Show Novels & Stories

She turned to him with her hand on the waist. "I know it stinks. I would also be mad if my mom showed up now after all those years of her leaving me alone to myself. She said, sitting on the hand of one of the couches. "I will almost stage a protest too." "What are you trying to do?" he asked, letting go of the door handle and walking to her so he was standing just a few steps away from her. "I am trying to let you know that these emotions you feel are all normal, and I will be feeling them too. Anger, sadness, betrayal, and a mixture of joy to see her too, and it is not wrong for you to admit that you are not okay."

SHELF 4,291,003: INSTRUCTIONS FOR PROTEIN FOLDING IN CARBON-BASED ORGANISMS. SHELF 4,291,004: INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE EMOTIONAL RESPONSE TO MINOR KEY MUSICAL PROGRESSIONS. SHELF 4,291,005: INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE SPECIFIC SHADE OF BLUE THAT HUMANS ASSOCIATE WITH SADNESS. "The universe has a color-coding system for emotions," Katherine murmured, her ice-blue wireframe flickering as she processed the data. "This is extraordinary." "Focus. The failsafe."

“This was amusing you? Playing with my emotions was really funny after everything I have been out through? Oh my goodness.” " I'm sorry. What hap?” A knock and I didn't need to hear instructions to know it's show time.

Standing there. Hands in his pockets. Not leaving. Not following. Just… staying. And for reasons she refused to examine too closely— that stayed with her longer than it should have. — Across town, in a quiet office with dim lighting, Monica stood by a desk. A screen glowed in front of her. The same clip. The same moment. The same look. She watched it once. Then again. Then she smiled. Not because she believed it. But because she understood it. “Emotions,” she murmured softly, “are always the weakest point.”

A thousand moments hidden behind those walls. Memories only she can see. Maybe she's remembering birthdays. Family dinners. Arguments that once felt world-ending. Moments that seemed ordinary while she was living them. Moments she'd probably never imagined she could lose. Her expression tightens. I wonder which memory she's seeing now. I wonder if it hurts. There are so many emotions on her face that I struggle to decipher them all. Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. Pain. Love. Grief. All warring for dominance.

"Come on Em. Don't you want to show off for big bruvver? Don't you want to show your big bro you can do it? Show me. Show me Em. Show me little, Emmy. Show big bruvver what a good girl you are. Don't you want me to see?" "Uh...uh huh...uh huh..." she sobbed.

Elliot’s Point of view Now she knows. I see a thousand emotions in her eyes. Surprise. Joy. Pride. Anger. Sadness. Happiness. Love. Desire. And anger again. And more desire. Then nothing. It goes so fast I feel like I've imagined half of it. I can see she's trying to keep a neutral face to not give us away and I'm trying to do the same. It's really hard to pretend I don't feel anything when I actually do.

Is it that weird that I don't get lost and react? "Emotions are there simply to make you realise how something has impacted you. Whether it is happy, sad, angry or disappointed. They are guidelines; they are not meant to be the weapon." He chuckles. "You're very wise. I'm sure I have said it before, and I just want to affirm it again. You're far smarter than most, and your knowledge exceeds many despite you not being taught." "Imagine how amazing I would be if I were taught." I smile, and he chuckles.

"That's the real question, Myra." I didn't answer. I didn't know how to answer. "Okay, new topic," Zoe announced, clearly sensing I was about to shut down. "Has he actually shown any emotion around you? Like, any at all?" "He gets angry sometimes. I can tell." "How can you tell?" Chloe asked. "His jaw does this thing. This little tic. And his eyes get colder, if that's even possible." "So anger. What else?" I thought about it. "I don't know. He's always so controlled. It's like he's decided exactly how much emotion he's allowed to show and he never goes over that limit."

He walked towards the door and she looked at him hoping he would turn back to maybe… kiss her but he didn’t, he banged the door and she stared at the door. “Fuck,” Well, she has to admit that sometimes we say some things we don’t mean when we are mad but does she really not mean what she said? Jennifer I didn’t know he can feel sad sometimes, recently the only emotions he showed me were anger and sadism, I don’t even know if sadism is an emotion. There is no way I’d stay here with him; the next thing I know, I will be tied to a bed. No, it’s not that I don’t like it but it’s too much.