Unfeeling Novels & Stories

The word felt strangely distant to Camila. Ever since everything had happened at home, all the so-called friends she once had had disappeared one by one. Since then, she had never truly believed in friendship again. For Liam, Camila didn’t dislike him, but she wasn’t anywhere near the point of trusting him. “No. Thanks for being nice, but I still prefer walking alone.” Her rejection was direct and clean. The moment she said it, Camila quickened her pace, clearly trying to leave him behind. Liam stopped for a second and watched her back.

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

For one impossible moment Humanity felt each other Not thoughts. Not memories. Feelings A grieving mother in Tokyo suddenly felt comfort she couldn’t explain. A lonely teenager crying alone in Lagos felt warmth in their chest for the first time in months. A tired father working late at night in New York suddenly stopped feeling invisible. Across villages. Across cities. Across countries and stars People felt less alone Not controlled. Not consumed. Connected Theodore stares upward speechlessly “…Did we just emotionally hug the entire universe?”

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have no feelings at all? No happiness, no sadness, no evilness, nothing. Just like trees. They don't feel anything at all, and they are okay with it because they never experienced anything emotional. Any ways, they don't have an option. But we do. So what happens when you are numb and there is nothing left at all?

“I don’t feel anything, you’re right. I don’t know why or how to make it stop. I’m sorry. I hate being like this.” “Do you feel anything?” Bryan asks, his tone becomes softer. I shrug, “Only frustration.” Bryan looks at me curiously, so I continue. “I don’t feel excitement about our wedding, I don’t feel sympathy for the pack, I don’t feel happy, I’m not even sad about my family. The only thing I feel is frustration at the fact that I don’t feel. I want to feel. I want to cry, I want to smile, I want to laugh but I can’t, and it drives me insane. It might be better if I left.”

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteeen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty ... Lila held no sympathy for the man, playing tough guy in front of her, tired of all the emotions that she was being forced to watch, each and every feeling of each and every person on show in front of her. She felt nothing inside. Again.

It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. There is no love in this world, only people using other people. They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are.

It’s like my brain, which used to be in control of my body, now takes orders from my heart and has now completely shut down. I can stay like this forever and not feel a thing. I can rot into my bed and decay and still not feel anything. And I am not even trying to anyway. Feeling something means pain. It means vulnerability. It means I can be used, be bent to the will of anyone–be manipulated. Feeling something means I can easily be hurt again.

I can remove myself from those human expectations. 'Right,' she hummed, then continued after a few seconds. 'I'd have liked to be unfeeling towards him as well, but I can't. I do not like him one bit, nor do I appreciate the way he treats you both. So even though he is unworthy of any emotions, I still want to hold onto this one feeling and feed on it every time I think of him.'

His voice doesn’t hold mockery, but even so, I feel shamed. I don’t look at him when I begin speaking. “Growing up, my father taught me that feelings are nonexistent, an illusion. For years, I was conditioned to be unfeeling. I’d cry but I couldn’t tell why. I’d chase after things like happiness, and yet, I couldn’t tell why. But with you, Gio, I think I’m beginning to understand the concept of feelings. Sometimes, I fear. Sometimes, I’m worried. Sometimes, I’m happy. Pain, sadness, fear, anger—I feel them all with you. I laugh, smile, cry, scream, not because they’re a necessity, but because I feel them with unimaginable intensity.”