Masked Emotions Novels & Stories

I said, my voice steady and resolute. Darlyn's face contorted with anger, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She was losing control, and I could sense her desperation. Her face is a mixture of hurt, betrayal, and simmering rage evident on her face. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she seemed on the brink of an emotional outburst. I couldn't help but savor the sight, relishing in the victory that had shaken her composure. With a devilish smile playing on my lips, I met her gaze, unyielding and confident.

It’s moist… Is it raining, or am I crying again? This is the second time I’ve experienced this human phenomenon, but this time it’s different because I can actually feel the accompanying emotion to my tears. I fully understand now how Katey feels when she’s crying: cornered, desperate and overwhelmed. The realization, along with the rushing feeling of exhaustion, buckles my knees right under me. I’ve experienced the human activity of war. No, it’s not something you can just chalk up to experience. I feel a complex mixture of emotions: disgust, shame, remorse, terror, excitement, relief… everything at once and threatening to short-circuit my finite chatbot brain.

Tears stream down her face as she speaks, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. Her hand instinctively goes to her stomach, her fingers rubbing gentle circles as if soothing a deep wound. The gesture is a poignant contrast to the venom in her words, revealing the vulnerability and pain beneath her angry surface.

he responded “Should I turn you a glass of brandy?” “No” I sat beside him quietly unsure of what to do “ I think it’s my dad that sent that nurse to inject my mum” he says, legs with uncontrollable shake. “Why would he be so wicked and heartless? I don’t know what to do. My mum always said I should not let him get to me because he doesn’t care what’s on his way when he wants to strike. But doesn’t he have a ounce of empathy” he cry out There was nothing I could tell him to make him better. I reached for his hands, holding it in mine. Without a word, he slipped one arm around my back, pulling me closer as he embrace me weeping softly. Who would know that Rob could break down like this.

The glass of juice he was about to drink was paused at an inch close to his lips. His widened eyes gaze searchingly on her face. “You do..” His voice suddenly vanished but as a man expert in controlling his emotions, he drew a broad smile. He never got off that camouflage smile of his, since birth he had cameras on his face,therefore smiling to hide lots of emotions was a skill that he was born with. His brain went black for a second, the thought of her in another man's arms and making out had a huge trigger in him, his eyebrow twitched in anger.

“As for whether I like Keenan for Dawn.. I could say that right now I have a good opinion about him. I could only hope that this is his authentic self and that he wouldn’t change.” People wear masks in life. They could show a smile even though they’re hurting or in anger. They could show a tearful face just to manipulate the hearts of others. They could pretend to be strong and brave even when they’re weak and scared. They could pretend to be good even when they’re hiding evil designs.

She felt her heart saddened once more for the fate that had befallen to her and her loved ones. "Are you okay?" Maru asked again. He was asking her about the coffin behind her but got no response from the beautiful woman. The temperature got colder by the second until he finally looked up to see that faraway look on Fade's eyes. The elements embraced her in response to the inner turmoil she felt. She was a picture of mixed emotions. There was longing in her eyes, then pain, and in the end intense hatred.

max command The innocent security moved the cursor and clicked on the exact video Max asked,. "What the hell? ``Max exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock... Tbc.... A poem composed by me.. Emotions (Tears) Tears is a one time feeling; Pain in the heart, fortified the body; Uncontrollable it comes; Feel lonely, battling the emotion; Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Wrapping out the feeling ; Letting out the pain; Thought it's a dream; Smiling behind those hurtful memories m Can't control emotions with a broken heart.

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

A siren of the big city, covered in sorrow and trashed with trauma. Everything is about to fall apart. I can smell it in the air. He has sweat coming from him in a way that only men do when they want to fight. She is creating salty tears in her eyes. I smell the heightened meatiness of unfulfilled masculine anger. It is nutty. He slaps her.