Novel & Cerita Inside Out 2 New Emotions List

And I was felling all the emotions. Rage. Anger. Fear. Panic. Terror. Fright. Exhaustion.

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

Plus I had seen Darya march into the house earlier, looking scared and angry and I heard her tell Alista that the boss had stormed off to an unknown direction. I had been worried. I have no idea what prompted it, where it came from but I had felt a wave of fear grip me. And I'd spent hours just pacing around the sitting room. And when he came back, my heart fucking plummeted seeing how hurt it was. Now I just regret every ounce of emotion I wasted on the mother fucker. Bastard! I should have just gone to sleep. But I know that even if I tried I wouldn't have. These days it feels like my heart and emotions don't belong to me. Like they are being programmed by a force to feel things u weren't

A storm of emotions crashed inside him—shock, curiosity, and something deeper he couldn’t yet name. (But what else was she hiding?)”

SIMONE'S POV. The first emotion that struck me was fear. Goosebumps lined my skin as I parted my eyes open, my heart thumping hard and fast against my ribcage. I was drenched in sweat again, I knew things have been quite fair these past few months but this once I got the most eerier feeling ever. I rustled around, reaching for a bottle of water to drink; I had several emotions coursing through my mind: pain, anger, worry...sadness.

She smiled, but there was nothing warm in it. "What a pungent mess of emotions." She didn't bother to introduce herself. "I heard you want to leave. Rough week? Its only been a day." I stood just inside the door, bag still on my shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it." She tilted her head, still watching me. "You might not want to talk about it, but your emotions are all over the place. Rage. Sadness. Self-loathing. Disappointment." She tapped her desk with one long finger for each word. "I might be a delicate but I am sure anyone could see it."

Now that he saw the true face of the person he served, he felt…. "Hate, anger, sorrow and pity. These are all the emotions that I feel. As long as I lived, there was no way I was going to betray you, your highness. But to think you wouldn't trust me and even try to get rid of my family……you are a disgusting person, your highness"

She died without giving me a moment with her. First, I felt a very severe pain in my chest, which turned lethal with every passing second until I became numb to that pain, My anger turned into fury to kill that sick man until I became numb. Fear shook me to such an extent that I went crazy, but I had become numb to it too. I had become numb to every emotion that made us human but... Pain Agony Hurt Anger Fury Rage Fear Horror And . . Madness for revenge All the emotions that had buried deep inside me were coming to the surface, bringing my dead soul to life.

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

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.