Inside Out 2 Emotions Name Novels & Stories

Margaret clutched her chest all of a sudden, pretending to be short of breath. Charles glared at me, his grip on my hand tight. "Alicia, Mom's just upset. You're not going to hold it against her, are you?" Emily stood by Margaret, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Alicia. You can't get mad at Mom like that." I let go of my hand, showing the angry red marks from where he had grabbed me. "What am I supposed to do, then? Just stand here and take the insults, wait for her to hit me again?

the one emotion I feel right now that I definitely was not supposed to feel , has resurfaced and put the other emotions in their place… Fear…

Unable to bear the weight of his own emotions, Haider abruptly turned away and stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. Outside the room, Haider halted, his chest heaving with a mixture of emotions. His possessiveness over Ameera and his fear of losing her had clashed with his love for her, creating a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. As he stood there, grappling with his own inner turmoil, his gaze met Ian's, who had followed him out of the room, sensing Haider's unspoken words.

I had almost forgotten that he was even in the room. Closing my eyes, I can get a better feel of the emotions swarming in the room. Wading through the emotions, anger and guilt are definitely smothering us, but there is another emotion. Indifference. I open my eyes and stare at James. Indifference? Does he not care that his mother just dropped him off one day and never came back? My anger cools off as I stare at the blonde God standing across the room fumbling with tiny glass figurines.

My mind was a jumble of emotions, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was staring into a void, searching for answers that seemed just out of reach. That place held deep significance for me – a sanctuary where I sought solace and calm when emotions overwhelmed me. It was a connection to my parents, a sacred space that brought me peace. The thought of someone desecrating it sparked outrage and curiosity: who would dare to commit such a sacrilegious act? Who could the asshole be? "So, what do you think we should do now?" I was feeling overwhelmed and uncertain. My emotions were in turmoil, and I struggled to think clearly. Tom's calm demeanor was a steadying influence.

He rose from the chair and left my office. My chin quivers and I can feel a thickness in my throat. Is this guilt that I'm feeling right now? I don't know what I'm feeling at the moment. And it's all because of my mother. She's turned me into a person I don't recognize or understand. At age 30, I could have been married like my peers, but I'm still single because I now despise all women, thinking that they're all the same. Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me.

She isn’t screaming or anything but I think she is really furious. “I want to but I can’t. I just can’t.” “I see. You want him. Is it the money? Or is it some hidden plan you have inside you? You’re a demon. What else should I suspect you for?” I clenched a fist but then I tried breathing some oxygen to calm down and loosen the fist. If I get seriously mad, Shaira will surely take over and kill her right now. “You already left him. What else do you want? He is hurt and then you will suddenly show up like nothing happened?” I calmly revolted and raise an eyebrow.

Anger, sadness, comfort, love, all the emotions battled inside me. But I didn’t say a word.

The kitchen smelled like garlic and olive oil and three years of grief finally releasing its grip, and Emeric was standing so close that Tobin could see the faint ring of darker grey around his irises and the thin scar on his jaw and the tremor in his lower lip that meant his composure was failing. Tobin reached up and placed his hand flat against Emeric's chest, over his heart, and felt it beating at a rate that contradicted every impression of composure the man had ever projected. Emeric's breath caught, and his hand tightened on the back of Tobin's neck, and the distance between them closed in a way that felt less like a decision and more like gravity.

"But I'm not used to the kind of emotions I feel, Hope. I don't know how I'm going to re-enact this." "Are you crazy, Avi? You're no longer in the world of showbiz and movies! You don't need a script to give the right emotions to all the actions you take! This is now a reality, Avi ... you're in the real world now, girl!" I thought about what she said so I suddenly fell silent. Hope is right, this is now a reality. A reality to live with. A real world where unscripted emotions do exist!