Novel & Cerita Unfeeling

Gary announced. Elizabeth nearly sagged with relief, but the fact that Fero didn’t seem relieved prevented her from doing so. She felt every one of his emotions, even when she was certain he didn’t feel them. He seemed to distance himself from emotions, as if, because he was incapable of feeling for so many centuries, he still didn’t process sentiment at all. He simply didn’t acknowledge emotion unless it was in regard to her. There was a part of her that got a tiny secret thrill from that, although like everything, it frightened her as well.

Stepping once more onto the streets of Westbridge, a storm of emotions surged through me. A little inquiry was all it took to learn that Adrian had drowned himself in grief, consumed by the belief he had lost the love of his life. He neglected the Foster Group entirely, and even he and Chloe had grown hollow and estranged. I laughed coldly. If Adrian had ever cared enough, how could he not have noticed that the corpse was not me? If even a shred of conscience had remained in him, would my child have been reduced to nothing more than a pool of blood?

That unamused look on his face sent a chill down my spine. Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Oh yes, I had so much fun.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “It felt… freeing.” I met his gaze defiantly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had that kind of fun. With real people. With humans.” I let the words sink in. “People who actually have emotions,” I added, tilting my head. “Now, if you’d please leave, unless you plan to take advantage of me like you did the other day?”

KATHY 🌈❤💯: But you can't just not feel sorry just because you don't want to ME: You're right Kathy I can't just not feel sorry for someone I care about like you would without hesitation.. but you won't know that because I'll never tell you. KATHY 🌈❤💯: True. But that's not really the way to go.. That's just... I don't know what it is but it is not good ME: Trust me in this case it's good... not talking about feelings lead to ending up being detouched from people... and right now It's good for someone like you who doesn't wanna get attached to people...

"Um...... It's just nothing, just that I um.... felt a very hot wind wash over me" "That sounds like a sign of a secret fever which can just pop up any moment. I think we should get some medications for you after we are done setting every thing up", his dad said really concerned. But anyway, they still continued setting everything up and after that long day.......... they were completely exhausted. *******************

18++ story with violence, who can't handles emotional things don't read guys. *an advice with politeness* Nandini's pov It's been one month since he is using me as his toy. My willingness does not matter to him. Beating me with anything that came in his hand and torturing me is his favorite works. we got married but i have never imagined that my life be like this. My mother doesn't care about me and get me married to a man who is 8 years elder than me. Sometimes i feel pity on myself.

I glanced away and just returned the book to the shelves. "You haven't answered my question yet." "What question?" He is getting into my nerves. What an annoyance. "Aren't you happy?" I think there's no point in lying anyway, so I decided to tell him. "I don't feel happiness." "Then you're sad?" "I don't feel sadness either. I don't feel any emotions. Rage, happiness, sadness, disgust, anything. I don't feel anything." He was quite shocked by my answer, but I was surprised when he smiled at me.

Janet Stanmore Looking through the window completely don't know what our feelings like is quite weird. It's like you don't have any emotion inside you that really show what you feel inside. That's what happen to me right now, I don't know what happen to me but I felt that I have no emotion. I don't know if I'm tired, I don't know if I'm legit don't like this guy or like the guy, I don't know what to do, I don't know what I'm going to do and things like that.

When I come home from work exhausted, there is no one to greet me; when I am scared after having nightmares at night, no one will put my head on his chest. Harsh never tires of complimenting my cooking, but today I consider that meal to be the most pointless thing in the world, and Ankur is the only one who truly understands my feelings. I always keep my family out of my life, but I update them from time to time about my accomplishments.

He didn't look back, didn't apologize, a moment later, the heavy front door of the penthouse clicked shut, leaving me standing in the center of the room. The silence that followed wasn't just quiet; it was deafening, It clawed at my skin. A heavy, burning wave of pure, unadulterated frustration coiled deep in my belly. My skin felt too tight. The rejection hadn't killed my desire; it had mutated it into something angry, violent, and desperate. I was forty years old, at the absolute peak of my womanhood, and I was starving. I couldn't stay in our bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, a cruel mockery of what I couldn't have.