Emotions Show Novels & Stories

Jolie pov "Why would that matter?" But her voice has lost some of its intensity. "If I can't feel, whether I remember feeling is irrelevant." "Is it?" I extend my hand across the table, palm up. An offer, not a demand. "Let me show you something." She looks at my hand like it's a foreign object.”What would you show me?" "What empathy feels like." I meet her eyes. "Just for a moment. No damage, no force. Just a glimpse of what connection is supposed to be."

It's one of my favorite places to find her, and it instantly lifts my mood. Unfortunately for me, it's at that moment that her emotions hit me and, while there appears to be a stream of emotions running through her body right now, the strongest emotion that I can feel from her is sadness, and it instantly guts me. What's going on? I swear if someone has said or done something to upset her that I am going to rip their heart out and stuff it up their ass!

Ama said after reading Emily's mood that it wasn't her usual mood. No day has ever been good. I just want to stop. I want to stop killing people every day, and all that is hurting me. All I want now is to stop. Emily said she was still holding on to her emotions, even though all she felt was to cry. She has been taught very well not to show any emotions at all. Come on now, you can do better and talk to me. It's okay if you don't want to talk. Just now, always here to listen.

He rasped and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You can feel my emotions," She whispered in shock as he watched how her expressions changed from surprise to embarrassment, and then pure shyness engulfed those emerald pearls. She tried to hide it but it was of no use. He could feel her emotions. However, they weren't strong enough because she was a human but they were there like a brush of heartbeat. It was faint but still thumping. "And I love it," He whispered in her ear. Her heart did a light pitter-patter before she pushed at his chest composing herself.

And why was the library empty in the first place? "I said it. Ha! I said it!" "No-" "Your silence said everything! Your face. Your emotions. They gave you away." Anger, hatred, sadness and every other negative emotion shone in her eyes as she looked at Isa. And then, her face suddenly fell. Run, Isa. Get out of here! "What's wrong with me?" Tears began to form in her eyes. No! No, ma, please don't do this! Don't let your emotions control you, no!

I snapped, "Your emotions keep hitting me like waves, I can feel them every time I even get nudged, and its distracting. I know I need to learn how to handle them too, but it's a lot right now, and I need to learn how to train properly first." He was still upset but he looked emotionless, "What does that mean Octavia?" I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance, I thought I was pretty clear. Eathen piped in, "You can 'feel' his emotions?"

This unusual display of affection seems to be all the incentive my emotions need because right there, I watch myself unravel slowly. The emotions hit my chest first, and then it works it way up till till I'm choking on my own tears. “Hey….hey…baby girl…..”. And that's it. Like a dam, I let loose, curling into myself as I rest my head on his shoulder and let the emotions loose. He doesn't say anything, simply wrapping his arms tightly around me as I cry on his shoulder. I want to stop but I can't, the tears keep coming, coughing out of me in violent bursts. He just holds me, his hand periodically tapping my back in assurance.

He said. His hand lifted, and he poked a finger, drawing imaginary lines down my eyes. “There were tears rolling down your face.” He said. I swallowed, feeling even more angry that he was using my drunken tears against me. “For fuck sake, I was drunk.” I countered. “People mostly tend to show their true emotions when they're under the influence of alcohol. It brings out one's true self.” He stated. The temper coursing through my veins threatened to drive me mad as he continued to spell out my feelings in an annoying way. If there was anything like emotional-shaming, that was exactly what he was doing.

But he couldn't feel desire yet. Emotions were slowly returning to him. He knew anger. It was the first emotion he felt because of her. He felt disgusted because of her lewd words and actions. She practically molested him back then. Then, the sadness came to him when she died. He felt a little joy when he saw her again after her revival. There are eight basic emotions: anger, disgust, sadness, joy, anticipation, fear, trust, and surprise. Only four of them had come back to him.

He chuckled. "Concern." "Oh," she nodded. "I see. That makes sense. Violet?" He exhaled and relaxed with her in his arms. That was the current colour of his eyes so it only fit right to ask. "Happiness." "Why don't you show emotion on your face?" "What is this? A Q and A?" "You show emotion a few times but other times, you're so blank." He sighed. "My eyes already do it for me. Why should my face?" "But people won't be able to understand you then."