Novel & Cerita Twisted Emotions Read Online

He wouldn’t even glance at Reed. His scent soured rapidly—bitter, acidic, stormy. And then, like a ghost of the past, I felt it. A flicker. That dying bond, buried deep in my chest, stirred faintly. Just for a second. Like a nerve twitching after being long numbed. And through that thin, fading thread, I tasted him. Heartbreak. Regret. Anger. Disgust. It coated the back of my throat like ash. But I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t let myself feel it. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve my empathy, or my sorrow, or even my understanding.

But the mark would allow me one more thing: access to her thoughts and emotions. I reached into the tether between us, letting myself tap into her side of the bond. A part of me didn't want to… but there was another side of me which was just a little tempted to see where her head was. The wave of emotions that hit me made my stomach twist. Grief, sadness, and self-loathing… she was drowning in a dangerous cocktail of these toxic emotions. It felt like swallowing rusted metal. I pulled back immediately, unable to take anymore. Not because it hurt… but because it made me feel sorry for her. And I didn’t want to be that person anymore. I had already been open and hopeful with her, and she had b

Simply go; that's all you can do to make things right. For a few moments, Sharon stood still, hoping her sister might change her mind. Isabella's face stayed frigid and unforgiving. "Fine," Sharon said finally, not audibly enough. "If that is what you want, Isabella, I will go." Sharon returned to her room and curled up on her bed later that evening and watched Ethan play with his favourite toy. Her head was spinning with contradictory feelings: rage, hopelessness, guilt, and a great loss.

I gasped as I did not expect it when I landed on a warm and wide chest being covered by a black button down shirt. And just like that, his intoxicating scent imprisoned my whole system. "I am sorry..." he whispered in my hair as he rubbed my back soothingly with his large palm. "Please, let us not fight, baby. Forgive me..." He almost sounded begging. I shut my eyes as I felt my heart twisted with a lot of undecipherable emotion. Even I, I could not explain what he makes me feel. I often do not recognize my own feelings and emotions when it comes to him. And it is driving me crazy.

The paradox of it all left me adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggling to reconcile the two extremes within me. In the quiet solitude of that morning, as the world outside began to awaken, I found myself entangled in a maelstrom of emotions I had never anticipated. The journey from contempt to craving was a treacherous path, fraught with uncertainties and revelations. As I grappled with the complexities of my heart, I realized that the human soul was a tapestry woven with threads of contradiction, a masterpiece of emotions that could confound even the most steadfast of convictions.

Where did he go wrong he thought to himself as Jessica greeted him taking a seat across from him jolting him back to reality. They exchanged pleasantries and Jessica proceeded to hand over some papers to him. "Can I take a day or two to read this?" he asked as he stretched out his hands to receive the documents from her. Of course, she replied but all that we discussed are in there. I even got my lawyer to read through just in case I had missed out on anything she continued. No problem replied Eric. I will also get my lawyers to read through and I will send them over to your office In 2days. Thank you she replied and proceeded to stand up. Eric's eyes fell on her breasts; he remembered the w

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

□○♡◇○♡○♤○♤♡♡♡ I drove aimlessly around the town like a little boat upon a winding river twisting towards an endless black sea, further and further drifting away from where i want to be, who i want to be. As I gaze into the depths of my inner world, a world without Aurora, I find myself entangled within the tempestuous grasp of turbulent emotions. They resemble a violent storm, where the heavens roar with thunderous echoes and the tempestuous winds rage relentlessly. Each emotion becomes a torrential downpour, pelting against the fragile walls of my being.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

I pause to gesture to the lack of space in our middle. “There's this mess between us, and adding hours and hours of proximity is dangerous” I say even though he's not listening to me right now. I can see it in his eyes; how easy and how complex it is inside his head, he's easy to crack but hard to understand. The omega struggles for a second and I see the moment he chooses what pleases him; “So you want me” he whispers quietly and my nostrils flare as his vanilla scent swells in the room, mild, honest and…wicked.