Sackboy Emotions Novels & Stories

Avianna's POV "Are you really sure of this, Avi?" I looked at Hope and smiled. "A month of healing is already enough, I think. And a month without him beside me, feels like an empty jar of emotions, I feel like I have no feelings, I can't feel any emotions at all. But just the little heartbeat of my baby, whispering things like; I should talk to his father and amend everything between us for his/her future," I said and rubbed my somewhat getting large belly.

“He used you to get to me. He’s a sicko, more than you know. He has no feelings. The psychiatrist who evaluated Emilio said he was incapable of feeling anything. He only smiles because he knows exactly when he should.” “He softens his voice when he’s supposed to and mirrors people’s emotions because he doesn’t know how to comprehend human emotion. He has no warmth or empathy. Things like morality, love, and loyalty are all tools to him. He is calm even in high-stakes moments because he can’t feel fear.”

he said. “Thank you,” I replied, and it was as if he sensed the awkwardness between us. He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just raised the glass of wine in his hand as a sign of congratulations and then left. He might be the smartest, well, second smartest next to Vincent that is, but Emmet is the weakest in the emotional category. At least for Vincent, he could see emotions. But for Emmet. It was as if something in him had died. Something that cut all the emotions out of his body.

Of course, that meant it would be harder to develop more techniques for the Supreme Sword Series; but that also meant that each technique was going to be stronger than the last! “This one contains great sorrow. That is the emotion in the First Chapter. I wonder where he learned such sorrow from. Just like Brahman said, it is not something a child should be capable of understanding. He is only 13 or 14 right?” the Jade Emperor muttered. “Indeed. The whole crowd could feel his sorrow. It is akin to the pain one feels when they have their heart broken. Was it a first love? A betrayal? Abandonment? Who knows?” Sango shrugged.

Marco whispered calmly I didn't realize when tears started coming out of my face " Y-yeah." I replied weakly " Shh, come here, Babe. It's okay." He pulled me to his chest I got into his embrace and sobbed, " I-I am sorry, I-It w-was just out of anger. I-I didn't mean to-" And I sobbed harder "We were so rough, right?" I nodded and he just rocked me " We care about you buddy. We don't like to hurt you nor physically or emotionally, we love you so much." He hugged me tightly stroking my hair continuously

The sobs were different the fear had melted the sobs were sadness, grief and desperation. She let me gather her onto my lap as I pulled her close again instantly noticing what my mate needed. She didn't need words, I stroked her hair and ran soothing circels with my fingers on the back of her hip where her shirt had ridden up. I used the mate bond and the betraying response of her body to over ride the emotions that flooded her now, as I expected her body betrayd her quickly as she melted into mine. She sobs slowing grounded now the full force of our bond. I pressed my lips to her hair as she took steading slow breaths. Sage stood on the other side of the desk, looking over the notes Charlie

As if I don’t have enough in my own life. But as it turns out, it’s a welcome distraction. My emotions are out of whack since I severed Ada. At first, I felt good. The angry and sad parts of me seemed to vanish with my wolf, but those kinds of emotions flicker back at times. When they do, they hit like a freight train.

I said angrily and felt even more angry when I remembered the way she had hugged him. “He is acting like it was all a joke to him.” “I see.” The sculpture said rationally, “And how does that make you feel?” “Angry.” I said and thought for a moment,” And sad.” I confessed and the stature reached out to pay my shoulder tenderly. “It’s not abnormal. The way you feel.” “Well, I hate feeling this way!” I said, suddenly losing my temper and I pressed my hand to my eyes to keep tears from falling. I get like this sometimes.

“These are emotions you show. I thought you did not care about all these things before. It was all duty and the legacy you left behind. What happened to you?” “You!” he retorted. “You happened to me, Laika. You are the only one that made me like this.” I could not help but wonder if it was a good or sad thing. “If it were another time, I would have said I am pathetic. I had condemned love; I had seen men that fell for it as simpletons, and I was confident this emotion will never hit me. I was known for it. But now, I am the worst of the fools. I cannot even control myself. I had been to the healer severally to give me a portion to ease the effects or wash it away from my system, but he said