Stories Emotional Novels & Stories

I cooed her lovingly. "I wanted to come here ever since they died but no one brought me here." She complained and hugged me tightly. "It's okay. Didn't I tell you. I'll do anything you would ask me." I replied. She looked at me and I wiped her tears. "I don't want to see tears in your eyes. They crush me from inside. I can't even explain how I feel when I see you crying." I said and pecked her forehead. She was still hugging me tightly. Just as I was about to tell her to relax, her stomach growled loudly. I suppressed my laughter but in the end, I ended up laughing hysterically. She cutely pouted and slapped my arm many times.

max command The innocent security moved the cursor and clicked on the exact video Max asked,. "What the hell? ``Max exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock... Tbc.... A poem composed by me.. Emotions (Tears) Tears is a one time feeling; Pain in the heart, fortified the body; Uncontrollable it comes; Feel lonely, battling the emotion; Can't control emotions with a broken heart. Wrapping out the feeling ; Letting out the pain; Thought it's a dream; Smiling behind those hurtful memories m Can't control emotions with a broken heart.

Sky says with a serious face. "Yeah I guess," I answer as I feel a tear fall down my face again. Stupid pregnancy hormones making me emotional. "Talk to him tonight about it, say you felt upset that he brushed you off. I'm sure he'll try harder next time to care," Sky says with a reassuring smile. I nod and wipe the tears of my face as Sky gently pulls me in for a hug. "Yeah I'll talk to him. I don't like disturbing him when he's at work but I thought he'd be happy about the kick and then he wasn't and it made me upset."

Dream glanced at me. “Does it.” My face warmed. “Stop analyzing the drama.” “I’m analyzing you.” I threw a cushion at him. He caught it easily. The system ghost hummed again, softer now, like it was satisfied. “Emotional stability increasing.” I leaned back against Dream’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around me naturally. The show continued, characters crying dramatically on screen. I sniffed. Dream looked down. “You’re not actually crying.” “I am invested.” “In fictional strangers.” “They have depth.”

Black spot started dancing in my vision and I gave up in darkness. 'You can't keep me caged, Romero. I am free.' The promise in those familiar words left me cold. *** I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing

We’ve connected it. The story and the emotions that we wanted to portray, I believed that the audiences understood it and that they felt exactly what we wanted them to feel. The change that came about as time changes things. The bond between man and man’s best friend throughout their various stages of life. I felt tears sting the back of my eyes and I had to sniff a little to hold my tears back. My emotions threatened to overwhelm me, and I had to struggle to hold them all back. To say that I was proud of myself and what everyone had managed to achieve would be an utter understatement. So many emotions flooded my chest that I found it hard to breathe.

I tried my best to remain calm but couldn't control the trembling. Tears blurred my face as I buried it in my hands, overwhelmed by nausea. Lucas didn't speak; his breath was shallow, listening to my painful sobs and retching on the other end. He was probably feeling relieved. He had finally won against me this time. I forcefully composed myself and transferred all the available funds to Lucas's account. "Is this enough?" Lucas paused for a moment and chuckled softly. "This is only enough to save one." "Rachel, since Billy isn't my biological son, I won't save him."

she laughed . Emotions are a form of biochemical bank account; positivity pays in and negativity is a withdrawal. We can give to one another in an emotional ecosystem when society is healthy, cooperative and kind. In a society of competition people start to take more than they give, the health of the brain and body deteriorates, and society becomes more violent and unstable. It all links back to the biochemical bank account and the lead indicator of too many withdrawals and lack of deposits is stress (high cortisol).

My eyes showed foreign emotions of sadness and nervousness. “I apologized to you the day I left for London just to see your break up message when the plane landed. Fucking why?” He ask as politely as possible. “I was tired of the life I lived Kelvin. We were in a toxic relationship and I wasn’t benefiting anything from it” I say cleaning My eyes as I hiccuped “So you thought ‘since You’re the princess of Alameda, you could fucking break up with me on the Phone” he hits my table furiously “Kelvin, calm down please”

{Love………. love is a special emotion that carries a lot of respect in you for a person. It has an astonishing aura that can change a tyrant king into a wise man, a rock into butter, built a village into a kingdom, and change hatred into a rose. It is an emotion that can wipe out dehydration, relieves hunger above all pin a trust for one person into another spice. The only problem in this way is that it’s a test. Whether you believe in love or not, it can open a fake connection with another and then end up one side of grief.