Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

I yell at him. “That is not your safeword, Miss Gaard. Do you remember your safeword?” His voice is strained and filled with barely withheld anger. Those words somehow set me free. I take a shaking breath and feel tears well up in my eyes as every emotion hits me at once. Anger, disgust, frustration, sadness and shame. “Yes, sir.” His hands on my upper arms tighten at my words. Or perhaps at the tears in my voice. “What color are you?”

Every twitch of his lips, every sparkle in his eye, was a fresh betrayal, a new reminder of the pain he had caused. I felt my jaw clench, my teeth grinding together in a futile attempt to contain the fury that threatened to consume me. My hands curled into fists, the nails digging deep into my palms as I struggled to maintain a semblance of calm. But it was no use. Malcolm's smile was a constant reminder of his deceit, and it fed the flames of my anger, making it harder to keep my emotions in check.

And with that, he left. The door clicked shut. Silence. Then Amara burst out laughing. Damian groaned, burying his face in his hands. “She’s right, you know,” Amara said, still giggling. “You do have a tell.” “What?” he mumbled. “When you’re flustered. You get this little crease between your eyebrows. Like a robot trying to process emotions.” He looked up, pretending offense. “I do not.” “You do,” she said, reaching out—then stopping herself. “Can I…?”

They were like a deep ocean, boiling with intense feelings he couldn’t quite put into words beneath the surface. That complex gaze was impactful enough to make his breath catch for a moment. On the screen, Danice slowly lowered her gaze to her hands. She seemed to be holding a phone. She remained unmoving, yet the emotions in her eyes continued to churn—shifting from anger to frustration, then to sadness, and finally to numbness. A few seconds passed like that as her expression kept changing. Perhaps she was listening to a message, because when it finally ended, she let out a laugh. Her eyes looked as though they wanted to cry, yet she laughed—a small sound dripping with sarcasm.

How dare him accuse me of such thing. "Well you want to people to pity you with your fake tears" I didn't even know there was tears in my eyes, until i touched my face and felt the tears everybody started talking about me. I turned to leave as i felt embarrassed. How can he accused me of such thing I felt anger boil inside my vein just as i was about to give him a piece of my mind, i heard a mysterious voice. "I don't think you're right"

Morana I felt something shifting in the atmosphere of the room the moment he muttered something under his breath. I gazed at him and noticed the shift in his mood. The subtle change in the air left me feeling on edge. His expression, once cold and distant, twisted into a mixture of sadness and anger. His eyebrows were pulled together, and a scowl married his face. The scar on his left eyebrow sliced through the arc, giving his otherwise flawless face a rugged edge. His eyes were clouding over with a distant rage that sent shivers down my spine, anger pouring from him in waves. He radiated power—vast and dangerous.

He was in front of me," HELLO ARCHARD!" He was rude, angry eyes tell me his brain is in a different mode, that he has switched gears from empathy to cold emotional indifference. Never once has he directed this mode in my direction, yet it emerges when he senses a threat, and so this is part of full on protective mode but he is aware that I'm looking forward his every move. I will never leave him. The soul translation of angry eyes is "I have activated my emotional indifference, he was rude with me but I known why he is doing, archard you can't defeat me. You can't leave me, your family is with me and I'm with you.

"Nothing matters if he is not here! No amount of food can fill the emptiness." Tears welled up in my eyes, a combination of sorrow and anger blurring my vision. I felt like a storm, waves of emotion crashing against the fragile shore of my composure. The maid stepped back, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern, uncertain how to respond to my outburst.

I still do not have the ability or the guts to face the world I just left behind, five months ago. ***** I can already see where Primo is. Why is it like this? I just saw him and my heartbeat suddenly quickened. The closer I got to him, the more I could clearly see his even more handsome face. His emotions became firmer and more serious. But no… because it's only that, he really didn't have any reaction at all. I could not read if he was happy, sad, or I don't know... It was really hard for him to distinguish.

He connected their foreheads together and whispered to her. " So sweet like nectar love,just as I expected you to be." Amanda close her eyes to savour the feeling and at the same time hide her blushing cheeks. She is becoming shameless because of Jace. Normally she would just keep to herself and keep men at a distance. But because the situation she is in is not normal, maybe that's why she's feeling unguarded. She can hear the crowd now more louder. They want Jace to give me more kiss. When Amanda opened her eyes,his mouth is already on hers.