Émotionnel Novels & Stories

I tried to calm myself to ease the pain, but it seemed like I had lost control over my emotions. Why did I feel like I was betraying someone? Why did I feel neglected? I didn't know how to suppress my feelings; they hurt too much. I tried hard to calm down, but I always ended up sobbing and punching my chest. It was only the second time in my life that my Emotion Dysregulation had struck. Emotion Dysregulation is when you can't control or manage your emotions, leading to impulsive emotional actions that cause pain and problems.

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

I shot back, my voice laced with frustration and anger. Brenda attempted to calm me down, but her efforts only served to fuel my fire. "Alright, please calm down," she urged, reaching for the steering wheel in an attempt to steady my frenzied emotions. But my patience was wearing thin, and I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Is that why I asked you to lend me money, and you didn't agree, huh?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. Brenda's response only served to stoke the flames of my anger further. "Come on, babe, my anonymous boyfriend won't allow me to. I don't have access, I told you," she explained, her words falling on deaf ears as my frustration reached its peak.

A storm was brewing inside me, raw, insistent, impossible to ignore. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading like wildfire, wrapping every nerve ending in molten, urgent need. My breath came in shuddering bursts, heavy and deliberate, each exhale carrying a trembling mix of frustration and anticipation. Words failed me; only a single, all-consuming emotion existe. Need.

'Fiona,' I heard my wolf call onto me, 'mate is sad. 'And I do not care!' I responded to her. 'Is there a way we can block from feeling some of his emotions?' 'Fiona.' Her voice trembled slightly with worry. 'This isn't some mild sadness. I can feel it. It is anger rooted in resentment and self—' 'I also hope he experiences shame, reproach, and self-disgust for the rest of his miserable life!'

his voice came out low, almost like it was a warning. I wanted to argue with him, but I knew he was right. I let out a long breath, "Fine. Tell me what to do?" Lucien didn't move from his place. He gave a look at the still water. "Emotions trigger reactions." I licked my lips. "Fear makes it worse, strong emotions affect the surrounding elements," he continued. I started thinking about the time water moved around me. He was right. Every time it happened, my emotions were not in my control.

He was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Anger. Disappointment. Longing. And desperation.

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. My hands grasped my hair pulling them down, nausea swirled unrestrainedly in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heartfelt as if my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hung over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me as I cried and cried until I hear someone opening the big door at the corner, with tears strained face I raised my head to see a shadow walking towards me.

She asked with a smile. Jayden was perplexed. Wasn't she supposed to be worried? He rather decided to go with her flow and even faked a smile too. "We just concentrate on strong emotions. Emotions that if left on their own, could make or break. Emotions like anger, joy, sadness, excitement, or fear. We take the emotions and concentrate on them so that we feel them intensely, and then we morph." "Does it hurt... I mean morphing?" "A bit. But only for a second. As soon as your bones move, the pain they cause leaves you."