Romans & histoires Opia Emotion

Allen assured him, ever the optimist. Little did Allen know that it wasn't just someone that Liam wanted - It was her. "I'll be your wingman!" Allen exclaimed, "Tell me if you want too, I know you don't like any Omega scenr but mine but we are not there yet.." Liam was going to tell Allen what qualities and features he liked in a person - kindness, support and love, a strong Omega, golden glowing skin and plump puckered lips that always looked inviting - but quickly realised that he would just be describing Allen.

Somehow, I feel this is no longer about the movie. He watches me intently as he waits for my response and I feel the need to choose my words carefully. This almost feels like a test. Like my answer will determine his opinion of me. “I mean…” I start carefully. “I don’t think it is. People express emotions in different ways. Doesn’t necessarily have to be through crying. Sometimes, what we feel is so overwhelming that even tears won’t suffice.”

"It depends on how strong one's ability is, and mine is pretty strong in that area. I can pick up a person's overall mood if they are in the vicinity. If they are close by, I can look deeper, so to speak, and sense the weaker emotions or if someone is trying to hide an emotion. I don't generally look below the surface, and neither do most Omegas." "What do my surface emotions show at the moment?" he inquired. "Mostly contentment, a little curiosity, and a hint of love," I said with a grin. He raised an eyebrow with a faint smile. "Love is it just an undertone emotion?" "It pretty much leaks through your other emotions like water through a sieve," I chuckled. He rolled over, and I was underne

My eyes widened when I saw clearly the Omega looked fragile with a frightened face as well as cheeks that had been wet with tears. I've never felt like my passion was easily ignited like this. But just inhaling the beautiful Omega pheromone on the stage over there, my passion dared to overflow. My forehead wrinkled, confused. My brain that used to produce brilliant ideas is now thinking hard. Not understanding what was going on with me, my heart jumped wildly just by looking at Omega's beautiful face. My golden yellow pupils dilated as I began to understand the signs I was currently experiencing had explained it all.

I say as I stare daggers at him. He smiles weakly. “It’s a fact. That’s just how I’m wired. The aura in my eyes only draw people who have strong emotional feelings for me.” “Does hate count?” I ask without humor. He laughs softly. I don’t. “I’m serious. Does it or does it not count?” I ask. I’m getting furious. “Well, if you put it that way. Yes, it does count. Anger or any other emotion felt strongly enough can have a person enticed by my eyes.” He says thoughtfully.

The mini Verin stopped eventually and stared at the woman, belligerence filling his heart and anger evident on his face. "I promise mom, I will make that man pay for everything he has done to you" mini Verin said, amidst angry tears. "Revenge isn't always the best way, Verin. Don't worry, there will be someone who will come into your life to add so many colors of happiness into your heart. Even after I passes on, she will make you happy " Nayla heard the woman say. She was actually seeing this images in Verin's eyes as she lay on top of him.

We can also be found at the hospitals keeping the sick and injured company. The thing is that Omegas are more in tune with, or empathetic to the emotions of others. No we can’t sense other’s emotions, or in anyway influence their emotions. What we can do is empathize with the emotions another is experiencing. If a person is sad, we’re sad with them. If their angry, we’re angered over what angered them. If they’re happy, we share in their happiness. We feel the connection thru the emotions of others. Making us the right ones to care for those that need it most in the moment. My time in the pack hospital over the years, sitting with the sick and injured inspired my desire to be a pack nurse, a

Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She was drifted in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and soulless pits staring at her. Deadly and expressionless. Empty and blank. No emotions swirling in them. Rather the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those eyes years ago and all that was left were two void and deep orbs. Deeper than the deepest sea. Darker than the darkest night.

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”

Emma POV Days were going relatively slow even with all the commotion and people coming in and out all the time, always somebody around us nonstop. At this point, I have gotten used to and grew to like Angie very much. She was much funnier than she looked as when we met the first time. Great sense of humor and extremely kind, she had world of experience behind her – well travelled, well spoken with some of the funniest jokes I had ever heard. I also felt at ease with her, there was a sense of comfort about her, and she sort of sensed and knew things, just as me, which made us familiars. I learned from her that her mother, the lady who made me feel uneasy, Lady Ophelia as she was called within