Twisted Emotions Novels & Stories

That was the last of us. Her dazzling white teeth, which made her smile contagious, were still the same, she glowed just like the old times, she was loving, caring and found it easy to express her feelings. "You haven't changed a bit, you stood there looking as if you didn't miss me. I know you did." I said no word she was right. I didn't know what to do. I was happy she hugged me. "Where have you been"? I finally found words to say. "You hurt me Emilia" she said with a teary eye; that's one thing about emotional people. Why did she have to start crying?

But then I was reminded of how much they truly hate him and how much they've warned me to keep away from him solely because as they said, 'they didn't want to take away my innocence' whatever that means. Jason was far from evil. He was far from being that emotionless bully I once knew. He did have feelings and he did have emotions because he wasn't a freaking robot that shut down any sense of emotion or attention. He acted as if he did but now I knew he held a lot of it. He was used to covering it all up. His only defence mechanism from processing real emotion was to shut people away and make them feel nothing but fear. But I no longer felt that fear, I was content. As crazy as that sounds.

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

I sit atop my throne, the same one I spilled blood over all those years back, my crown sitting between my upper legs. I'm in the same room as all the other dreams I've been having. Anger; sadness; but most evident; betrayal burns deep in the back of my throat, such extreme emotions making smoke emerge from all around me. What would cause me to feel such passionate emotions? Why would these emotions cause smoke to appear?

I crumpled the card, the paper crackling with my frustration. My emotions were in turmoil, a jumble of shock, gratitude, and anger. Trevor's words had struck a nerve, and a growing bitterness simmered inside me.

LUXURIA. His words ripped me out of my treacherous thoughts, and I snapped my gaze back to his face, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, a flood of emotions swirling inside me—anger, humiliation, betrayal, and a twisted desire that I couldn't control. But the tears came anyway, unbidden and shameful. I blinked them back, but I couldn't stop the trembling of my lips, the weakness in my knees. How could I feel this way about him after everything? After what I'd just witnessed?

He stated. The man's voice oozed with cruelty as he spun a dark fantasy, saying, "Picture this: I'll gradually break your will to live, witnessing the shift in your determined eyes to sheer despair. Isn't it wonderful?" His words were laced with a twisted joy, as if the very idea of causing despair in those determined eyes brought him a perverse sense of pleasure. "Ugh, thinking about makes me horny." He stated with anticipation that made Tales flinch. He's gone nuts. His men put an unpleasant face, with a vivid emotions 'he's at it again?'

Her emotions had been in disarray since yesterday, leaving her feeling utterly perplexed by her unexpected surge of emotions. "Trey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I was worried when I found out you got hurt but didn't tell me. Instead, I'm mad and feeling hurt somehow. I felt betrayed, and I began to question myself. Was this the first time you've hidden something from me? I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like I hate you, and I love you, and I need a break from you, and..." Lisa poured out her conflicting emotions, but before she could finish, Trey lowered his head and kissed her, silencing her words.

Still, I manage to clasp my fingers around his wrist before he can make contact with my aching clit, even as my blood sings for release. I desperately want to let Sinclair’s give me the pleasure he’s offering, but I feel so overwhelmed by all this. Too many things have happened in the last 24 hours, and I’m beyond confused by my reaction to Sinclair’s discipline. All my emotions have been thrust together, smashed up and blended into a violent, swirling maelstrom– too muddied to differentiate. It’s as though I’ve been completely unmoored, no long understanding my own heart or mind.

And as much as I want to let him chase after her, to explain what happened, I can’t shift in front of humans. I lean against the tail end, still gripping the tailgate, and tilt my head up to the sky, forcing my canines to recede. My eyes itch and water as her emotions roll into and through me like a tidal wave, so bitter I can taste them. Regret, embarrassment, pain, anger, disappointment… each one palpable, each one just as strong as the rest, each one meshing with my own until it is impossible to tell whose emotions are whose.