Novel & Cerita Quotes Hiding Feelings

* he retorted grumpily. Koin swallowed again "I'll just be..downstairs." he said slightly awkwardly. she turned to stare at him wide eyed "Your...not Do..you sleeping with me?" she asked in a hushed whisper. Koin tilted his head a bit, his chest constricting " want me to?" She turned and practically jumped on the bed to tunnel under the covers at the bottom, twisting once she got to the top to make a little dome she could peak out of. she watched him expectantly, like a cute little animal she had made herself a nest of sorts. Her every move amazed him, such basic little jerks and noises people in society just..didn't make.

The mere thought of holding back, of keeping my true feelings hidden, felt like an arduous task that demanded a significant amount of emotional energy. Every fiber of my being yearned for the release that accompanies honest communication, the liberation that comes from sharing one's innermost thoughts and desires with another soul. Yet, at this moment, the prospect of postponing such a disclosure was overwhelming, casting a shadow of doubt over the potential repercussions of my silence.

Sophia wasn’t ready to be disappointed and hurt again. Sophia loved Albert, but Albert didn’t love her, he was probably in love with someone else. Sophia even saved his contact in her phone under the initials “husband”. Albert probably saved her number with a short and formal name like “Sophia.” The feelings they had for each other were too contradictory, and Sophia realized she was a coward, afraid of being hurt, so she hid behind her cold demeanor, which unknowingly ended up hurting the people around her. [I’ll be there.] – to H

Shyla’s P.O.V. “It’s not like that!” It was impossible to hide the embarrassment of being caught when an invisible traitor had exposed my lie. I couldn’t pinpoint the presence of that third person in my room, hiding somewhere. Maddox’s Alpha tone resounded in my ears as he slid closer, looking straight into my eyes. “What else are you concealing from me?” His pitch-black pools of hypnotism were tugging my heart, as if peeking into the deepest secrets of my soul. I felt a tingling sensation coursing through my veins as something stirred in my chest.

I felt a compelling force to hide out of second hand embarrassment. "Putting up a show won't change anything" I hear his voice finally, the voice in question sent chills down my spine even when he wasn't in any way talking to me. How could this be his response to everything she has been saying, begging him not to leave her. "I really have fallen for you and I really don't even care about the money," She said after a while, I was getting restless, I needed to get home, I don't even know why I felt the need to hide. Even though they are the ones who choose to go out their business in public.

Longing. “I admit I was wrong but this space thing is killing the both of us.” He paused to properly study the look on my face, but got nothing. I knew he was going to tap on my feelings to know what was going on inside me. That was something I could not hide. He knew how to hide his feelings but never taught me how to hide mine.

I calmly stated. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "Don't pretend you don't do it on purpose. The tired expression that discourages conversation, the cold tone that ticks people off, the disappearing act when people get remotely close. You are hiding something." I replied, standing to my feet. "Who knows? Maybe it's something worth hiding." He shrugged as I walked over to him. "It's eating you up inside, so I don't care if it's worth hiding." I firmly stated.

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

But I hope she can see the regret in my eyes. I put my hand over my heart and bowed. "What exactly are you doing?" she asked, her voice steady and emotionless. It's her usual tactic, keeping her thoughts hidden. It's impossible to read her feelings by looking at her eyes or expression, she's a pro at hiding emotions. I can't figure her out, but it's frustrating for me and I'm struggling to hide it. I decide to speak up before his anger escalates any further.

But to my shock, she suddenly grabbed my arm and said, "Let everything out, Luna. It's not good if you always hide your feeling." So, she knew. Sometimes, I preferred to cover my emotions because I was already tired enough to just feel them. Talking or recalling events would only burn me out more, though it could also relieve me afterward. Like how I felt once some of my secrets had been discovered. "I want this end, Nic." "Us too. And we'll find a way soon." --