Émotionnel Novels & Stories

He sat back in his seat and sighed. "Vampirism kills the human body when someone is turned, like a parasite that just needs a host. You can still think and process information, but your brain's ability to deal with the entire spectrum of emotions is inhibited. The only thing you need to survive is blood and you don't die as long as you have it." "So it's like a virus, then?" He nodded.

The emotions that had been building up inside me for so long came rushing out like a torrential river, spilling forth in a flood of feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I screamed, I cried, I laughed, all at once. It was as if every emotion i had ever felt, every joy, every sorrow, every hope, and every fear, was pouring out of me in a never-ending stream. I was lost in the deluge, swept up in a maelstrom of feeling that threatened to drown me

I am shocked, confused, and full of anger--- mixed emotions to be exact. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know how to react. I really don’t know. The only thing that comes into my head is to run toward them and pull my mate away from Marionette, then rip her face off. I can feel the territorial character of my wolf kick in. I want to kill her, that’s for sure. I want to rip her apart. I want to see her cold corpse but I can’t move.

"The next step is unique to Catharsis, 'Inflation'. The reason why we needed to add this to our process because from the observation we realized that human emotions have a catastrophic influence on the entropy of your dimensional space. So we are going to use that to our advantage." "I have been meaning to ask this question, Raymond," Creed interrupted him in the middle. " How do emotions an imaginary construct can possibly affect our physical world? This idea is pretty far-fetched to me." "let me tell you a story: when I was a youngster like you. One day while walking in a crowded place I accidentally grabbed a woman's breast, the result was she slapped the shit out of me. But I vaguely rem

I see the rain beads upon the cars, upon each leaf and washing my outstretched fingers. Soon they will pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun. Perhaps it isn't normal to love a rainy day so much, but who cares about normal anyway? I'm pretty sure "normal" is a made up thing. For me, emotions are spectrums rather than absolutes, or destinations. As such I see a range from sad, through neutral, to happy that blends. For

Internally, becomes fiercely angry and at the same time, depressingly heartbroken. ° * ° * °

My eyes showed foreign emotions of sadness and nervousness. “I apologized to you the day I left for London just to see your break up message when the plane landed. Fucking why?” He ask as politely as possible. “I was tired of the life I lived Kelvin. We were in a toxic relationship and I wasn’t benefiting anything from it” I say cleaning My eyes as I hiccuped “So you thought ‘since You’re the princess of Alameda, you could fucking break up with me on the Phone” he hits my table furiously “Kelvin, calm down please”

"Polysexual? What the hell does that even mean?" Lilly turned and smiled at him despite the misplaced hostility in his voice. "It means I'm attracted to more than one gender. It's not just about men or women, but anyone I connect with. Demisexual means I need an emotional bond or a connection that runs deeper than surface level to feel that attraction. It's more complicated than just physical chemistry or what traditional values dictate. It's about connection. It's about attraction. It's about desire." She watched both carefully. Both shifted uncomfortably. These new terms and ideas didn't fit into the narrow views they'd been taught, which had been drilled into their heads for as long as th

*** In a grand royal room, a storm was brewing, one that could wipe and destroy everything that came through its part, like a tsunami, a tornado it brewed rising fueled by the emotion, anger. The feeling of hurt, anger, frustration and dread washed over him as he stared at the television which hung on the wall unaware of what was to happen to it. “Ahhhhh!!!” He yelled loudly in frustration and anger the greatest emotion that he felt washed over him, he threw the remote hard at the television, and it smashed the television's once smooth screen, a lone tear dropped from his left eye, rolling to his lips, its salty taste teasing his taste buds.

Then whispered, “That is why I cannot tell what is mine anymore.” Adrian did not respond. Because there was no correction that could separate it cleanly anymore. A sudden flicker passed through the system interface. But no data appeared. Instead, a new kind of alert surfaced. UNCLASSIFIED EMOTIONAL OVERFLOW DETECTED Anna frowned slightly. “…emotional overflow.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “That should not be triggering at this stage.” Silence. Anna looked at him. “What does it mean?” Adrian answered quietly, “It means the system cannot categorize current affected states into existing emotional models.”