Sentimental Novels & Stories

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She cried and Annabella patted her hair, bringing her to a chair. “As long as you have us, we’ll never desert you. We value friendship and family, all they value is money and fame. I’ll give up anything just to be there for you, don’t feel sad” Annabella comforted and Isabelle sniffed, crying loudly as her heart tightened. The lump in her throat felt too heavy, her head banged and the video replayed in her head, her breathing hitched and she felt like doing anything to clear the hurt and pain she felt.

Tarrin noticed Josey was already writing in her notebook and asked, “What if they aren’t always happy memories?” The older man scratched his head, “Very possible. However, even if a scent can trigger sad emotions, it may have also triggered a happy memory at some point. For instance, I call this one A Mothers Love. It’s a mix of lavender and baby’s breath. Depending on the situation, you may remember lavender as the smell of your mother’s soap when she rocked you as a young child, but if your mother has passed, you still have the memory triggered by the scent of when she was alive.”

My tears wanted to flow down. “You’re leaving already? We’re just about to start.” A man with dark brown hair wearing a red suit set is standing behind me. My eyes grew bigger if they could even more. Tears started flowing and my hands are shaking. I took little weak steps towards him. “Colby.” My voice cracked. He smiled. Oh, how I miss that smile. “Hey, sister. Missed me?” He opened his arms and I ran to embrace him. My little brother is not so little anymore. I hugged him as tight as I can. This moment feels like he will disappear at any time. He hugged me back and buried his face in my neck. We stayed there for a few seconds then he kissed my neck.

I asked, almost in a whisper, but enough for him to hear. The sadness faded from his face. His eyes are now talking to me. I can clearly see… sadness, fear, and remorse? I don’t know if that’s what I’m reading. I averted my eyes from him and focused on the emptiness. I shouldn’t affect what he shows now. ‘You’re confusing me, Liam!’ “I still love y-you, Ava. No matter what I do, you’re still really—” his voice broke, so I cut off whatever she was going to say.

It was the first marriage of my generation and in joint families like mine, even a small event involved exuberant emotions and here it was the wedding of their favourite daughter. They were extremely delighted, they were proud of who their daughter was, they were hopeful for everything good. The slight fear, concern and pain of giving me another name was cogent on their faces but they didn't let it hamper the bright mood of the atmosphere. They knew a piece of their heart was going away but they always knew it was meant to be. " Why is she so sentimental?" Ridhima cringed as a tear slipped down my cheek. " Because she isn't you." Her father scoffed, patting my

This time, Calvin's question successfully elicited a teary laugh from Emily. Emily nodded and hugged Calvin tightly. To her, this was the most romantic thing she had ever experienced: loving and being loved. "Calvin, why am I feeling so sentimental?" Emily said as she wiped tears from her cheeks. She let go of her embrace and gazed at Calvin with a playful grin, as usual. "Because of you, I've become so mushy," Emily muttered, which only made Calvin find her even more endearing.

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of things that were precious because they were finite. Kael stiffened. His solid violet eyes flickered. For a second, the cold "Audit-Logic" of the Sombra was overwhelmed by the "Heavy-Data" of human nostalgia. It was a "Biological-Error"—a sensory input that had no "Utility" but carried immense "Weight." "That... that is 'Noise,'" Kael whispered aloud, his vocal cords creaking from disuse.

POV Ruby I didn't like the way that Wolf was looking at me. He looked deep in thought and it made me nervous. He shook his head and then looked at me. I swear that all the anger and rage left his eyes and was replace with something else. Something that I used to see in his eyes when we were kids. I gasped in confusion. I felt unnerved and I wished that he would go back to looking angry. This new look was scary and made me uncertain. Suddenly, I felt a large hand on my shoulder and Wolf looked up at someone behind me. Immediately his eyes changed to anger but I knew that it wasn't directed at me for once. I turned and was met with Sam standing over me and Pete behind him.