Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

Have you ever fallen for someone you never thought you would? Like someone was playing with your emotions, and you didn’t know what to do anymore? That’s exactly how I felt in this moment. I watched as a smile crept onto his face. I felt a wave of relief—maybe he would accept me. But I was wrong. His smile quickly faded into a deep frown, his expression twisting with anger. I felt like crying. I shoved my way through the crowd, trying to get far away from him as tears filled my eyes.

Cyril sighed rubbing his palms on his face in pure frustration. "I can't control my emotions when it comes to her, Anger, Jealousy, happiness, sadness and many more. I was master in masking my emotions but in front of her I am like an open book, I easily become angry at her resistance, cruel words, I have never been jealous before especially not like this, the intensity and the rush of anger when she showed sadness for that fucktard, I felt so fucking messed up!" Cyril said everything with so much thoughts and confusion all over his face.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite her inner storm, trying to disguise her sadness with a sweet smile. Marion's beautiful face looked tired. She hugged Max tightly, who welcomed her arrival. Max glanced, from the seat of the black sedan, at William, who seemed equally tired. All the faces of the inhabitants of this pack were gloomy; there were no smiles or laughter. There was only hurt, anger, and hatred. "Are you okay?" implored Marion. She was stroking Max's arm to calm the tension in his arm that felt as stiff as iron. Max shook his head lazily. "Ivy is very hurt and lost, Mom."

I freeze. I've never seen Luca like this before - looking so utterly dejected. I've seen him show mild concern, mild anger, mild worry...you get the idea. But even at those times, his smile was usually only a few seconds away. His mask always seemed to return the moment he realized he'd let it slip. But this...

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”

I feel instantly sick with the wave of change that happens so obviously. He closes down all hints of emotion and that blank face takes on an eerie smugness. He smirks, rubs his thumb deliberately and slowly over his lip where the bottom of my palm caught him and looks at me in the most wrathful way I have ever seen on any face in my whole life. Cold, sinister and calm. His calculating brain devising a plot to make me suffer. I swear that’s what I summarise in that expression.

"You've earned this, and I want you to enjoy every moment of it.” As we walked further down the street Emelda's face which was filled with excitement and anticipation suddenly turned to a deep frown, her eyes deep red with anger and shock like she had seen a ghost.

I remember how I went into the woods and sobbed my eyes out because of her and Mor yesterday. Anger, cold as a blade slides its way under my skin, but as it always is with cold anger, its power isn’t in the smashing of fists or shouts and curses. No. Cold anger, always, always, expresses itself first, with a smile. The prettiest smile I know how to wear spreads itself slowly on my face, “No Mor today?” She chuckles, “I suspected you liked getting bitch slapped. What with being a bitch and all. I can manage without Mor today though if you really feel like it.”

Tessa take anger and make it s big black and spikey ball, loneliness a grey ball, sadness blue, love red, And betrayal orange. "Now take the emotion overwhelming you, and imagine you have a sword and attack it. Make it smaller until you are satisfied with how you feel." Tessa imagines the ball of anger, and the face of everything that enrages her shows up. Dutch, her parents, Allison, her circumstances and she start swinging the sword she slice it but nothing happens and she tries again and again untill it start to chip away. She gets more motivated and fight harder. As she fight in her mind tears starts streaming down her face and she starts shaking but she doesn't realize it, she is caught

Someone like Jace would never stoop so low as to marry someone like you. A wave of anger washed over me. How could he be so judgemental? But I quickly reminded myself of the importance of putting my anger under control. But I couldn't control my expression. A surge of anger coursed through my vain like it was being bitten from the inside. I could feel my expression turning into a smug , attempting to hide the anger that threatened to consume me.