Émotionnel Novels & Stories

My heart clenched as I saw Fedora's smile, her laughter frozen in time, and my mind raced with a flurry of emotions. Fury coursed through me like a wildfire, fueled by jealousy, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. Why was she with him? How could she be laughing, glowing even, in the company of a rogue mutt? Questions swirled in my mind, and I felt a mixture of anger and hurt building up within me. The surge of emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume my rational thoughts.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Nox’s POV ‘Angry’ couldn’t describe the wide range of emotions I felt at the moment. Red-hot jealousy, ugly af possessiveness, murderous rage and confusion prevailed over my senses as the valet took the keys from my hand. To top it all, I had never felt so disrespected in my adult life as I felt right now.

POV: DAIMON “That scent… Those emotions…” Fenrir raised his ears in my mind, tense, feeling the same impact I did. The little human’s emotions mixed with mine, lodged deep in my gut, so deeply rooted that I could feel the full intensity of what she carried in that moment: rejection, hurt, sadness, fear, apprehension, abandonment… desire and desperation. So many emotions compressed inside a single being. How was that possible? My chest tightened. Something uncomfortable formed a knot in my throat. My stomach twisted, and a chill ran up my spine. It was strange. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not like this.

Aside from the extreme anger, here comes extreme sadness, my emotions feel heightened in some way and I couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing or a good one! . . TBC

King Soren and his Commander would die by my hands before this war ended. At the sight, my sadness turned to violent anger. I cried and my body shook in anger. My crying got louder and louder as I felt my temperature start to rise, and I looked down to see that I was on fire already. My emotions were taking over my powers. I let everything out, all my sadness and all my anger. I let myself break at the loss of my friends, my family.

That was the only emotion I was feeling right now. I opened my eyes again, he had a wide smile on his face that reached his eyes: “Happy” I giggled stupidly: “Yes, this is the only thing I feel” “Okay, try to remember how you felt back in the bathroom” My cheeks heated up and he chuckled: “Not this” “Aria, When you were scared. I was terrorized beyond limits that my heart almost stopped. Bad emotions are the strongest and gives you control over the person in front of you”

"Ah , no , mhmm , no don't touch me " Lana felt as if someone was tearing her body into half , the pain was constant no matter how many times she tried to push the warm body that kept surging in and out of her ; the person just won't budge.

I told her. "What kind of car is it?" She asks so many questions. "A white Ferrari," I replied. "Wow. Those are really expensive. Storm bought me one for our two-year anniversary last year." She beamed, bragging. Oh, I forgot Storm was a professional football player. Of course, he got the money to get her that. "That's good for you." I went towards the coffee machine, grabbed the foam cup to make the coffee. "You know, I still don't understand why you ran off like that."

I don't know where Maze's coming from but it's also obvious that this situation is torturing him as I can see his eyes welling up. He's being vanquished by his own mixed emotions and I'm afraid that he'll break down in any minute. We've been used to seeing him being uptight and stern but not now. He's unaware that he's showing so much of his emotions. So much that it's enough to make anyone feel pain and sadness just by staring at his watery eyes. My heart is beating fast just by thinking that Maze's about to break down in front of these people and I don't want it to happen.

My eyes fly open “I got it?!” She tips her chin. “Try again” Eager for another go, I tap the back of her hand, breathing in and out as I focus on Nana. I focus on the current that flows from her, I stretch out my senses like imaginary hands then I try to put a name to what I feel from her “Anxious?” I ask out loud. It feels kinda fidgety. She hums and switches and we go from there, I with the flow, it’s like a smooth glide. Though I find it harder to narrow down more complicated emotions like nervousness, frustration, and confusion. But stronger and more direct emotions like anger, happiness, and relief are quite easy to figure out.