Sackboy Emotions Novels & Stories

I didn't feel too bad because I already won at least once. Back to the present, where he was telling me how terrible I was at poker. “We all can't be cyborgs." I grumbled fondly. At this he let out a laugh that startled both of us. “Wait, did I just laugh?" He asked in disbelief as we both stopped in our steps. I, too, was as perplexed as he was. “I think you just did.” I replied. “Wow! That sounded new. Guess the doctor was right about saying that my lack of emotions were because I conditioned my mind to think that way.” He said.

He was kneeling in front of me now. “Ashai, look at me.” He sounded worried. Blinking a few times I saw why, he was crying just as much as me. “What’s wrong?” I whimpered. He closed his eyes and shook his head, “You’re emotions. Dear, these are yours, not mine. What’s wrong?” “My emotions?” Nok said he had tasted my emotions after we were bonded but he didn’t physically change at all, this was different. Nodding he got up and started to put on his pants at least those weren’t ruined. “You’re flooding. Tell me why.”

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

The only equation that mattered was the one right in front of him. "When I'm with you," Sabe was saying, his voice low and husky with emotion, "I don't feel like a failed machine. I feel… like the most human I've ever been." A slow, genuine smile, the first in what felt like years, touched Anton's lips. It was a tired smile, a wounded smile, but it was real. “Good. Because I don’t need a machine. I need you.”

"This is a physical manifestation of your emotions. I'm an empato, basically an empath. I could feel the weight of this orb the minute I saw you. I thought you might want to see it," I attempted a small smile. This new feeling of nothingness bothered me. I wanted to feel my emotions again. I felt like an actor in my own body trying to replicate an emotion. The color of the orb swiftly changed into a darker blue that almost appeared black. "Does it change color depending on how you feel?" Vivienne nodded and placed the orb of light back into my palm. All emotion I once felt soaked itself right back into me. "In the past, Supernatural Beings who fell in love with humans would have their emotio

I swooped her in my arms and head out. T. B. C. Thank God our Roy is safe. I need someone to teach Fred the different types of emotions please..... Chest burning in great anger indeed. You are jealous joor!

Humanoids glared with all the wrath of 8699 Resourceful resonant rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want to take his body and kill him." Dr. Smith looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the technology-based gun. "Humanoids, who are you," he replied. They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two precious, proud pigeons resting at a very mysterious meeting, which had piano music playing in the background and two determined uncles thinking to the beat. Dr. Smith studied humanoids’ tall arms and tall legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dr. Smith in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't

Everything had been smooth sailing since her host transmigrated into Aimi's body at the start of school, until BaoBao and his host came along. BaoBao gave her some time to digest what he said, then continued. "I know how it isn't a 100% probability that the character will go OOC, but the emotions that they have and share make it a 100%. Emotions only greatly skews and messes up our calculations if we did not account for it. We just have to study emotions enough to understand it better thus improving our predictions." "Are you done with your questions? Can I go now?"

The first slap landed on my bum, I went limp, this hurt! "Daddy please" I plead with him, I did some search before about how to get out of punishment, the best happened to be playing on their emotion. Smack. Wrong choice, the robot would not let me go until he's sure I've learned my lesson, the whole emotional play won't work unless my program worked and the bot now has some human emotion, but it's not sympathy I'm looking for, it's love, my program is all about love.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.