Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

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.

"Liar!" I raise my hand to slap him. I stop inches from his face, my hand trembling. I’m so angry I could burn the building down. I’m so hurt I want to scream. And god help me, I am so turned on I can barely stand. The anger is hot. It’s vibrating in my blood, mixing with the residual adrenaline from the sensory deprivation session. "Raw emotion is fuel," Echo’s voice cuts through the room. It’s loud. Distorted slightly, as if the system is straining under the weight of the tension. "Don't waste it. Use it."

There is still a smile on his face and he retorts, “You are so beautiful.” I feel a surge of anger rising within me, a simmering frustration at the audacity of Sean's unexpected move. Part of me wants to lash out at him for crossing boundaries and playing games with my emotions, but I find myself unable to form coherent thoughts or words in response. It's as if all the organs in my body, except for my heart, have shut down, leaving me in a state of emotional turmoil and confusion.

Anger clawed it way up my throat, and I swallowed it back down, struggling to stay in control as my gaze fixed on her. My mind raced with a mix of emotions-Anger, hurt, betrayal, each feeling fighting for dominance, but I kept my expression blank, masking my feelings. I couldn't let her know how much her presence was affecting me or how much she had hurt me. No way. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a reaction so I feigned calm even if I felt nothing like that.

Anger cries out in those smiles “What kind of bullshit is this? What nonsense is this? Do newscasters no longer have a meaningful topic, so they spread such nonsense news?” The visible emotion on Manuel Seo's face is almost indescribable. He could only feel the numbness of his own physical body but the tears coming from his eyes were too much. “Sir! I deserve to die! I deserve to—” His secretary could not finish his incessant pleading because of his sudden and loud crying. Manuel Seo’s feelings of intense emotion, which was a mixture of anger and grief increased by annoyance due to the secretary’s relentless pleading, resulted in his excessive explosion due to the mixed emotion.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You, my love, will die. You smile with sparks, Heal with a touch, But cut with the sword. I love you but, You are just a masquerade. Andre squeezed his hand tighter against the whiskey glass. It would crush in his hand with just a little more force. He bit his lip hard before taking another gulp down. A drink should ease the pain—they say—but it doesn't. A gulp should drown the pain further into profound depths but it doesn't. Rather, he recounted all his aches down till the break. The accident, the rejections. His eyes stung from the tears he fought. Trying to hold his visible pain from the further display, gradually became more of a Herculean task. Red blaz

The resentment and regret, the love and the remorse that had been building up over the years suddenly erupted all at once. "Dad! Dad! Don't go! Don't leave me! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have ignored your advice. Please, come back!" In an instant, painful memories flooded her mind. Marcia pounded her fists into Jeff, screaming in anguish as if she had gone mad. Jeff's irritated expression slowly softened, and without saying a word, he silently endured everything. His eyes held an inexplicable trace of sorrow and melancholy. So, this is what it looks like when a woman breaks down—does it make her more pitiable when she's in this state?

"If you are satisfied to vent your anger, you can go." A slap from the tapered fingers of sparkling red nails flew away, hitting Gamma's cheek hard. Her emotions overflowed due to Gamma's cruel treatment of her. Gamma accepted it calmly, he was used to it. Emotional women will usually try to hurt their opponent when they are hurt. It gives them a satisfying, commensurate taste. Gamma's eyes flashed, and half smiled at the woman before him, "Satisfied?" The woman was speechless, tears running down her cheeks, unbearable. Then with sobbing tears, the woman left half running away from Gamma.

After few minutes silence, it recommences. My tooth grit. Which bitch knocks drastically. Is such personnel that daft?!. I growl. My tooth grit harder. My facial veins reddens. They buldge masculinly through my face and forehead. Visible rage clearly roam my face. It sure is wierd and quite scary. I forcefully pull up my chair. I gaze around. My veins gradually retreat. My hardened fierce expression also softens. Calmness slowly returns. Negetive emotions steadily exit. Positive emotions invites.

Jessa’s heart ached with every motion, her hands trembling with the intensity of her grief. It was heartbreaking—seeing Jessa so consumed by this profound sorrow. Her face, usually full of light and laughter, was now a mask of anguish and desperation. The young mermaid, who had once been so full of life, was now completely undone by the loss of her closest friend. Her body language spoke of an endless ache, a sense of emptiness that no words could ever fully capture. And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her.