Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

“The storm came after… I can sense it. More like your sorrow called for it.” “I stared at her. “I don’t think my emotions are that strong to trigger a storm.” “You’ll be surprised how certain people can influence nature and things around them.” She tilted her head, and in the firelight, her eyes seemed off, deepening from pale blue to something darker. “Strong emotions have a way of stirring things up. Sadness and grief, especially.” I did not know what to say to that. I looked down at the mug… at the swirling patterns of blue and green and felt a prickle of unease crawl up my spine. There was something about this woman. Something that did not fit.

It was usually quite lively, but by the summer vacation, there will be a lot fewer people. Empty streets, clear street lights, dazzling and deserted. It was like being in the right place. Liam suddenly stopped, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the corner of her lower lip. Then, without warning, he turned sideways and punched him in the face with all his strength. There was no reining in. Following this strength, Jacob took a few steps back, feeling that half of his face was numb as if he had been burned by fire, with numbness. He moved the muscles of his face, rubbed his fingers against the slightly cracked corners of his lips, and smiled, "so hard."

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

I can feel their emotions swirling within the air around them and there are mixtures of anger, worry, disgust, and…curiosity. “You seem to have a question, Jamal?” I say. He turns startled eyes at me. “How did you…” “My gift from Madre Selene. I can sense other’s emotions.” I tip my head towards him, purposefully leaving out that I can also manipulate those emotions. That I am manipulating all of their emotions right now to dampen the anger and disgust in favor of the worry. That way, they are more focused on the problem at hand, than their concern with us. But Jamal’s curiosity has me intrigued. I want to know what he has to say.

Her chest constricted with all the emotional turmoil she was under. Cameron, on the other hand, was staring straight ahead, tears trickling down his cheeks even though he had a blank expression on his face, which was a facade. On the inside, he was feeling a mixture of pain, anger, frustration, and sadness. But mostly frustration. All he wanted to do was shout aloud until he could feel lighter on the inside. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned to look at her, and he knew instantly that she was crying. He extended a hand to comfort her, but he halted midway. He wanted to do more than rub her shoulders and tell her sorry. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss the tears off h

Emotions crackled in the charged atmosphere, creating a tense exchange between mother and daughters, each word a reflection of the intense struggle they faced. Selena's reply carried the weight of her emotions, tears streaming down unabated. "It really does seem that way," she responded, her voice choked with sorrow. The room bore witness to the raw vulnerability in Selena's words, the unfiltered expression of her heartache as the perceived abandonment of her father unfolded before her. The air hung heavy with a poignant mix of despair and longing.

He said, I stared at his green once familiar eyes but strangely they don't feel familiar anymore to me. They don't hold anything they once held for me, there was no love, no adoration, nothing just empty. Tears started rolling in my eyes as I felt like I lost him. As I stared into his eyes, there was a sudden change in his eyes when he noticed the tears in my eyes. If I'm correct, I clearly saw the worry in those green orbs. His eyebrows moved closer to each other clearly indicating that he's worried.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Sensing my distress, Jameson reached out and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his voice full of concern. "It's okay. You don't have to hold it all in. Let it out." And then, something broke within me. Years of pent-up emotions, grief, and anger came flooding out in a torrent of tears. I sobbed uncontrollably, burying my face in my chest. Jameson didn't try to stop me. He simply held me in his arms, his presence a silent source of comfort.

said I with a mildly amused, mildly curious tone of voice, "which man are you talking about?" "Oh spare me the pretense," she hissed, voice venomous and biting. "Stop acting like a clown, alright?" The very words seemed to hack through my laughter and turn. I still raised an eyebrow at the depth of her feelings, and I was studying her face for any signs of weakness or vulnerability. All that showed was a deep-seated anger as if it was burning out of control, even before me, fueled by a feeling of hurt and betrayal that I can't quite comprehend.