Quotes Hiding Feelings Novels & Stories

I shut my eyes and refused to look at him. “You’ve been crying, what’s wrong?” His voice was urgent. I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak. “I don’t like doing this so please tell me!” He was anxious, but I was too afraid to tell him. He pulled me to him and I quickly placed my folded arms between us again as he held me. “Mi amor, please.” I bit down a sob. The guilt consumed me. I hid my face in his chest. “I’m fine.”

Zak groans, scandalized. I don’t have a pup in my arms like Zak, so I dramatically slap my hands over my ears and start humming The Star-Spangled Banner at full volume. Loudly. Off-key. Proudly. The room explodes into laughter—at our expense, of course. But then everything shifts. Devin and Arya both go quiet, their eyes distant—the unmistakable look of a mindlink. Without a word, they step out of the room. Trying to be subtle. As if we wouldn’t immediately clock that something was up.

I said. " What am I hiding?? I am like an open book, it is you have been hiding things from me. Just tell me why do you always say that I am lying whenever I share my feelings for you? Do you have any idea, how much I care about you? I went crazy when I did not find you at your home. How can you say that I am not accepting my real feelings?" He caught my arm and made me look into his eyes. " Because I know, your real feelings. " I said.

He let his arm press against his seat as he turned to her. "I'm not sure if I'm serious." She raised her hands in the air to nothing particular as she shrugged. "Is it so?" His eyes narrowed. "Speaking so maturely, you say you're not serious about your feelings?" She pursed her lips, swallowing. He, so, easily could see through her. "What is it that you're hiding?" he asked directly, leaving her surprised. However, she tried to recover, answering him with a stuttering tongue as she hurried to reply, "I-I'm not—"

As he disappeared, I turned to look at Lorien. His face was quiet. Too quiet. “What is it?” He didn’t look at me. “Do you keep me a secret like that?” I blinked. “What?” “That man,” he said, voice low. “He hides. He keeps it quiet because it’s safer that way. That’s how I feel with you sometimes. Like a secret you’re too afraid to claim.” “That’s not true.” He finally looked at me, and I felt it—right in my chest. That sadness. That silent, quiet disappointment.

"If you are uncertain about something, or you might feel doubtful, just communicate with me, okay? Tell me about your feelings too." He teased. "I should be the one saying those words." I paused and realized that in between us, it is me who would usually run away and stop talking about the emotional bond between us. I would choose to hide my feelings and run away from them, while Ash would choose to stay and would tell me about these feelings either through actions or words. I couldn't help but feel guilty. He rubbed my cheeks with his cheeks and pouted. "I won't run away this time... I won't hide my feelings anymore."

I demanded, searching his eyes for the truth. I brushed my hand through his cheek; his eyes spoke volumes, but his mouth remained closed. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, feeling the weight of uncertainty in my heart. “I can see you are hurt; you want me, but something or someone is stopping you from being with me fully,” I continued, tears welling up in my eyes. “What are you hiding from me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The silence that followed was deafening, leaving me with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Serena POV Understanding the complexity of my feelings led to some trepidation when dealing with Leopold. I didn't want things to get awkward, or even worse. I wasn't sure I could hold myself back. All this time, keeping these feelings hidden was a laborious task. I felt like an open book, with every detail of my feelings laid bare. It revealed the tenderness of love and also brought pain to my heart. How can I express the feelings hidden in my heart?

“NO YOU CAN’T.” He walks toward me. I shuffle deeper behind the plant. He stops in front of me. “Why are you hiding?” “Because your mother has declared war on my freedom!” “She likes you.” “THAT IS THE PROBLEM.” He lowers his voice. “You don’t need to hide.” “I DO.” “You don’t.” “I DO—” He leans slightly closer. Not touching me. But close enough to set my entire nervous system on fire. “I told you,” he murmurs. “You’re not running fast enough.”

Joy silently turned her head away, a tear quietly sliding down from the corner of her eye. In the past, she had viewed Leon as her savior. However, how was his behavior now any different from that of her bullies? Leon looked at the silent girl on the hospital bed and felt uneasy for some reason. He thought, 'She acted out of jealousy and harmed Charmaine. She deserves to be in this state. However, why do I feel heartbroken when I see her crying?' Just then, a young nurse pushed the door open. "Mr. Scott, the air conditioning in Ms. Quinn's ward broke down..."