Express Yourself Novels & Stories

A guy who's not afraid to speak on exactly the things he feels. "Perfection. Divine." I smile softly recurring his messages and the impact they had on me. "Sincere Expression. Unintentionally Attractive." I momble in my head. Oh, my. Did I just give him a pro? "So what'd you think?" Speak of the brown-eyed devil. "It was perfect. You did expertly well." "Thank you, Darlin, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He swirls and began moving, nudging his head like a cue for me to follow.

I don't want to cry. I haven't cried today because of this issue and I want it to stay like this. But, how… How do I express myself without lashing out in anger and bursting into tears? How do I tell them that I was made for Cassian… I know it deep down. This bond was not a curse… But a blessing. They would never listen no matter how hard I try to explain, would they? I sniffed as I held my breath. My lips parted as I opened my eyes slowly and a sad smile crept on my lips.

“Really? Shall I knock him out tonight and send him to your bed?” Lily immediately refused. “No way!” Ruth had expected her reaction and rolled her eyes. Anyway, that was illegal! After choosing a bag, she turned around and said, “Let’s go.” Lily bounced up from her chair and jogged to catch up. “Then what should I do? Do you think I’m doing something wrong?” “There’s no wrong way. Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves. However, if you meet someone you like next time, you have to be yourself and be sincere. Don’t scare them away with crass humor.”

Hahaha, f*ck. I want to show the woman I love that I love her. I want to make the woman I love to feel how much I love her, how much I love her. I want to shout that I love her. But that m*therf*ck*r isn’t here yet. I haven’t acted yet, I haven’t admitted I know and I’m sure I’m already a loser. I would try, but how? If how can I fight my feelings if I already loose.

ZENA Rage. Despair. Pain. Those were the feelings that sum up the entire twenty years of my life. I have never gone a full day without feeling either one of them. It was like a stage, one I ascended to or descended down from. I was more familiar with rage because it was the only way I could express how I felt without feeling weak. Without being looked down on like a mere child with confused hormones, throwing tantrums. I would rather rave and tear the whole world down than let them see through me.

He smiled mockingly and told me, "jeez!!..No Lekuu..You don't need to give this expression because I don't love you..So be relax..Okay..And Lekuu..I really tried to control myself very much but your single touch made me to lose my controllness..I want you now Lekuu.."

• "You are sad, cry out an ocean. You are happy, laugh out loud and grin left to right. You are angry, break a dish or two. You are excited, shout and squeal. You are afraid, embrass the fear and stand for yourself. You are in love, let the warm and fuzzy feeling indulge into you. Be vulnerable, but don't let them step all over you. Be kind, but also let them know your worth. Being expressive is not easy, but it's also not impossible. So take it slow , once step at a time And eventually you'll be just fine."

My expression was an immovable mask of ice. "I don't do something free," I said, my tone completely transactional, the same tone I used when closing multi-million dollar real estate acquisitions. "You spent the night in a billionaire's bed, and you gave me a show. Send me your account number. I'll transfer money to you for your time."

She explained, I ran my fingers through my hair, annoyed at the way I was feeling. I didn't need to feel this way especially when I had a lot of things on my mind. "I don't think you understand the gravity of what's happening. There are a lot of things for me to settle, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. I don't want to be in a place where I feel stifled, I need the creative freedom to express myself however I like and whenever."

I can’t express myself easily. Do you know that every time you say you hate me, or that you don’t want to see me… it tears me apart? Your words crush me more than anything else. I gathered every ounce of courage I had just to write this letter. Thank you… for reading it. — Jason ***