Emotions Show Novels & Stories

"After everything Victoria's done? After watching her execute Carmen in front of us? After watching Rookie murder Bull like it was nothing?" "No," Em admitted. "It's not wrong. It's just, scary. Seeing you like this. Seeing how easily violence becomes the answer." She stood. Walked to the window. Looked out at nothing. "I need you tonight," Em said quietly. Her back still to me. "Need to feel something other than grief. Other than fear. Other than emptiness. Can you give me that?" "Yes," I said. She turned to face me. "Then show me," Em said. "Show me that the man I love is still in there. That it's not all anger and violence and revenge."

I was always warm despite living in Australia's coldest parts, but this was different. I yanked off my jacket, wanting relief from the cool air. "Ava?" Was this what she meant? What she expected me to feel? Before I could ask, swirls of different colours burst into the air, branching into a thousand emotions. I gasped as they hit me all at once, clutching at my chest. Grief. Joy. Anger. Fear. Disappointment. I must be feeling a thousand emotions at once. Were they all mine? Meeting my mother's worried gaze. I realised:

I asked, my voice trembling. I was scared, but I trusted it. Even though it had lied about being Benjamin, it had never harmed me. In fact, it had saved my life multiple times. "Ordinary?" The man on the screen smiled. "You're not ordinary. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?" "Not ordinary?" I repeated, bewildered. "Exactly. Your emotions are far stronger than a normal person's. Your anger, joy, and sorrow are three times as intense as anyone else's. The same joke will make you laugh three times as hard; the same tragedy will make you grieve three times as deeply."

That was the only emotion I was feeling right now. I opened my eyes again, he had a wide smile on his face that reached his eyes: “Happy” I giggled stupidly: “Yes, this is the only thing I feel” “Okay, try to remember how you felt back in the bathroom” My cheeks heated up and he chuckled: “Not this” “Aria, When you were scared. I was terrorized beyond limits that my heart almost stopped. Bad emotions are the strongest and gives you control over the person in front of you”

“It says that once every ten years, spirits pass through the hearts of every occupant in this village; they awaken their true emotions, and trust me, it is never pretty.” “And why is that?” I probed. “Emotions are intensified during this period, all emotions. happiness, sadness, disgust, fear, anger, and also love. Humans have absolutely no control over what they feel, and some even end up mad. She paused, and the next thing she said, she shot an arrow of fear down my spine. “Or dead.” Damien and I shared a glance, a similar thought lingering in both of our minds. So much for wanting to get away from drama.

he set the untouched cup of tea aside, "I am very, very angry." "If that's how you truly feel, it is not a bad thing. It is okay if you are hardly sad. Anger is an emotion just like sadness and there's nothing wrong with it." "But what if I can't show it?" His eyes... As he looked towards her again, she noticed the very sadness that bothered her in them. "What do I do to my anger if I am not allowed to show it?" Anna wondered how much of a web his mind was. She could already tell he had the habit of complicating his thoughts. She transferred the cup to her left hand and reached for his own with her other hand.

Not! Emmy patted her chest and took a deep breath out, "Thank goodness, I haven't lost my heart. I'm so scared!" Just as she thought of that, her phone buzzed again. It was Sarah's other message. "If you're uncertain about what I said before, the most direct sign is that his emotions will affect your mood." Emmy, "!!!" It was exactly what she had just experienced! All of Emmy's emotions and quick temper were caused by Vince's expressionless face. Upon realizing that, Emmy threw her phone away. Sitting there in a daze, she was stunned.

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 asks, tilting her head slightly as she studies my face. I sniff again and nod. “I think so.” Her lips curve into a knowing smile. “Are you letting your hormones get the better part of you again?” I let out a weak little laugh and nod slowly. “Maybe.” Okay. Definitely. My emotions have been all over the place lately. One moment I’m perfectly fine, focused on my studies and daily routine. The next moment I’m tearing up over something completely random—like a commercial about baby diapers or a cute dog video Percy showed me yesterday.

"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.