Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

I went through my closet, deciding on a square neck midi sundress to wear and after applying some makeup to hide how crappy I really looked, I was satisfied with my appearance. Minutes trickled by with no sign of Jet and I was really starting to get worried, because if his meeting is taking this long, that means things are pretty bad for the refugees and that in return made my mood change drastically. I became so moody to the verge of crying which confuses the hell out of me. Aside from the extreme anger, here comes extreme sadness, my emotions feel heightened in some way and I couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or a good one! .

I warned, my voice steady and firm, though my insides felt like they were twisting into knots. Ian hesitated, his gaze searching mine, pleading silently for understanding. Still, he remained rooted in place. A wave of emotions surged through me—anger simmering just beneath the surface, deep hurt carving at my insides, and overwhelming feelings of betrayal crashing over me like a relentless tide. My body began to tremble, and before I could rein it in, tears began to cascade down my cheeks, each droplet a testament to my turmoil.

Marco shook his head, he then moved his fingers upward, he squeezed Jasmine's body slowly, making her sigh softly, "look at your face!" Jasmine looked into the mirror, her eyes red, then turned green again. Marco smiled his eyes also turned from red to blue again. Marco returned to feeling and stimulating, every time Jasmine felt the pleasure of his eyes turn red, as well as Marco's eyes. “Your eyes will change when you feel a running high of emotions, when you are angry, when you are aroused… your eyes will turn red. That's the lycan...they're surfacing, they show up. Look at this."

The sensation was like my shield had been ripped away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My heart raced as anger surged through my body. Fury boiled inside me as I considered how she had pulled down my mask without asking. I could feel my face getting hot, my eyes narrowing in indignation. My lips curled into a snarl and I could see the red of my eyes beginning to glow. I couldn't believe she had done this. "How dare you pull my mask?!" I growled, my voice so full of rage it almost shook.

Getting inside the car, it's feel so great to be cool and I don't know what I should feel maybe happy or sad about things turning around for me, I don't know what I should feel now, the way I felt scared but I tried not to show the weakness cause I know it's wouldn't end well if I try to do anything stupid. The drive to the company was silent, everything seemed so cool, the feeling of being controlled and watching every moment I no longer have the freedom to do whatever I like. She's taking me as her puppets to make things work out. I need to be like one. I don't know the reason why she think am the perfect tool for her revenge I just don't want complications she need medical attention.

"My mom told me that it's good to be sad every once in a while. Sounds strange, I know. But look at it in this way; if you are sad, and you know how it all feels, you can appreciate everything in a greater light. I didn't understand it at first, but I get it now. It's even okay to break down and let yourself cry because tears just show how long you remained strong." Rosalie smiled at him as she said those words, leaning forward she placed her palm against his prickly jaw, lightly rubbing her thumb over his cheek as she turned to look at his eyes. The ones that were a beautiful shade of cerulean blue, a color much deeper and richer than her own. It always pained her to see them so...detached.

We know that because as soon as you passed out, the flames died immediately' Alex said, moving from the bed to stare out the window. My gaze followed her. 'so the flames were controlled by me being angry?' I asked. 'Not just anger, any strong emotions. Whether anger, sadness, happiness or pain. The stronger the emotions, the fiercer the flames' Arizona mused, looking at me. I noticed movements out of the corner of my eyes and I turned.

His response was short and I felt so hit by that response that I stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes were back to being dead as usual, his lips thin. I studied him carefully. “You always do that.” He said as he shook his head once and I raised an eyebrow as I tilted my head to the side in an attempt to urge him to keep talking but he didn’t say anything…. Not at first. “What?” “That facial expression after you get angry, it’s almost like you’re laughing but it’s not humor, I know that just as much as I know every nook and cranny of my own body.” He paused. “It’s venom you don’t want to spit out. Rage directed at yourself for some reason. It’s something stronger, something strong enou

Each time she remembered the burning keytar—how he had torn her clothes—her mother's event—the police event, and how he had tormented even her sleep, her hold got tightened, until. "Hatred. Anger. Revenge. These three feelings mask the you...of your soul, until even your tears taste like blood."

I don't want you here, let me fucking sleep! The next day I woke up feeling heavy. This is how I feel when someone is angry with my person, or I have done something wrong. I looked at myself in the mirror first, my eyes bulging but not so obvious. I saw the sad Gwyn, just the smile and sadness. Stop on your dramas, Gwyn! You are not an actor for that. I released a deep breath, I washed to get rid of everything I thought. I came out of the room trying to inspire everyone, I should trust myself, I'm good at acting, thank you for this setup.