Novel & Cerita Twisted Emotions

The silence between them stretched, heavy, suffocating. Ainara’s tears blurred her vision as she forced the words out, her voice breaking. “Do you understand now why I keep rejecting you? Why I keep saying we can’t?” She swallowed hard, her chest aching. “It’s already wrong in everyone’s eyes that we like each other because our parents are married. That makes you my stepbrother. Imagine how I felt when I heard their conversation? That I’m not the daughter of the man I thought was my father... and that Uncle Jaime is my real dad. That makes us half-siblings! Oh God!” She sobbed. And through her tears, she said, “This is wrong. So, so wrong, Andres. I should feel disgusted that we shared a kis

“What’s going on here?” Eric’s voice cut through the tensed air, his tone was mixed with confusion and frustration while scanning the room as if searching for answers. Finally , his gaze settled on me, heavy with accusation. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and his face reddened with anger. “I can explain” I managed to say while staring at him. But Eric looked like a predator ready to pounce,his emotions simmered just below the surface,making me shift uncomfortably.

But instead, every emotion—anger, curiosity, and fear—flared up inside me, intertwined until I could no longer distinguish one from the other. I stepped back, desperate for air, but he closed the distance, always a step closer, constantly reminding me that I wasn't truly free from him. “You don’t get to lecture me about the abyss,” I shot back, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. “Not when your hands are just as stained. Not when my sister’s ghost still hangs between us.” The name we never uttered lingered in the air—Isabella. My sister. His wife before me. My torment. My fixation.

“Are you going to tell her about us?” He nodded. “If she asks I will.” I looked down. I was being tossed away like some old toy he grew tired of. “Are you okay? Ems?” Oh, now he feels sorry for me. “Why would I be alright?” I yelled as I stood up. “You’re leaving me to marry someone else. All this time we’ve been together, for nothing. Three years of my life have been wasted on waiting for you to decide if you wanted me. I want you to leave and never talk to me again.” Any sadness evaporated as my temper grew hotter. The temper I inherited from my father definitely made itself known now.

He hadn't meant to hurt her with his words, he was annoyed and wanted to apologize to her for his words when he followed her outside and met her arguing with some stranger, For some reason, He didn't know why the scene made him so furious. Sebstain sighed again, He had been so angry, hurt, and emotionally dejected at how she had left him that very night. he had thought he found his soulmate only for her to run away before he could even wake up, he didn't know she would come back to the hotel room and had said those words over the phone out of anger He hadn't meant to talk to her in that manner and he also certainly hadn't meant to call what they both had, a basic one night stand.

Jesus, you’d fucking swear I’m in a confession booth with the way I’m spilling my guts to this girl. “It wasn’t torture for me, Anya.” I move my hand to her arm and brush my fingers up and down her slender bicep. “The attraction is there.” She keeps still and doesn’t say a word for what feels like half an hour. I hear her take a deep breath before she whispers, “Our emotions are all over the place. The traumatic experience is making us feel things we wouldn’t normally feel. Everything is heightened.” “True.” I nod my head but add, “It doesn’t mean the emotions aren’t real.”

I just can’t get enough of that. The way she presents herself, the elegance in her body language, the simplicity, innocence, yet the glamorous ambiance turns me on every time. The kindness that she has in her heart, the sharpness of the tongue, her anger. Hell, I miss everything so fucking much. Not a single day after we were apart from one another, that woman is haunting me. Every day she is here torturing me in one or another way, sometimes it’s her smile, or her smart mouth, or her anger. They are tormenting me without words, slowly, like poison.

leaving Nicholas speechless. ********************** Professor Thompson stood at the front of the psychology class, writing on the blackboard. "Today, we're going to discuss human emotions and feelings. Can anyone tell me what they think is the most complex emotion?" Emily, a quiet student in the back, raised her hand. "I think it's guilt," she said. "It can lead to so many other emotions, like shame, regret, and anxiety." Professor Thompson nodded thoughtfully. "That's a great answer, Emily. Guilt can indeed be a very complex emotion."

He braced one hand on the counter beside my hip, leaning in until his breath brushed my ear. “All that hate in your eyes, but your nipples are hard. I can see them through your shirt.” I shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge. Instead, he caught my wrist and pinned it to the counter. “Stop pretending,” he murmured. “You’ve always wondered what it’d feel like. Me bending you over, showing you exactly who owns this house. Who owns you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I hated him. I’d hated him for years, his arrogance, the way he looked at me like he already knew all my secrets.

It was something I had done a few times since meeting the twins. I could be angry one minute then calm and rational the next. If something caught me off guard, my emotions would flare, but I could reel them back in quickly. Though not always quickly enough, as in the case of the attempted rejection. I’d definitely had strong reactions lately, anger, impetuosity, physical desire. All of which I chalked up to the mate bond. But maybe it was just in my DNA.