Émotionnel Novels & Stories

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

~~Niccolo Amoretti~~ There are very few things I’ve done in this world that could be called reckless. Emotional. I can count them on one fucking hand. I don’t usually let my emotions get the better of me. Mostly because I rarely feel anything strongly enough for it to matter. Anger, joy, frustration—they usually pass through me like a breeze through an open window. Brief. Forgettable. But this time… this time was different. This time I was enraged to the point of seeing red.

Her nose had hit his hard back. " What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to walk?" She asked him angrily, rubbing her nose with a pained expression. Ronald dares not turn and look back at her. He was trying very hard to stabilise his anger which was triggered by her words. He was fighting the maddening urge to grab her and take her roughly so that she would not dare ridicule him about his bad performance. He was fighting the beast residing in him from taking over his body and wronging her, but her repeated Insulting words were doing nothing to help him, instead they were provoking him again and again.

There is still a smile on his face and he retorts, “You are so beautiful.” I feel a surge of anger rising within me, a simmering frustration at the audacity of Sean's unexpected move. Part of me wants to lash out at him for crossing boundaries and playing games with my emotions, but I find myself unable to form coherent thoughts or words in response. It's as if all the organs in my body, except for my heart, have shut down, leaving me in a state of emotional turmoil and confusion.

I was always warm despite living in Australia's coldest parts, but this was different. I yanked off my jacket, wanting relief from the cool air. "Ava?" Was this what she meant? What she expected me to feel? Before I could ask, swirls of different colours burst into the air, branching into a thousand emotions. I gasped as they hit me all at once, clutching at my chest. Grief. Joy. Anger. Fear. Disappointment. I must be feeling a thousand emotions at once. Were they all mine? Meeting my mother's worried gaze. I realised:

I asked, my voice trembling. I was scared, but I trusted it. Even though it had lied about being Benjamin, it had never harmed me. In fact, it had saved my life multiple times. "Ordinary?" The man on the screen smiled. "You're not ordinary. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?" "Not ordinary?" I repeated, bewildered. "Exactly. Your emotions are far stronger than a normal person's. Your anger, joy, and sorrow are three times as intense as anyone else's. The same joke will make you laugh three times as hard; the same tragedy will make you grieve three times as deeply."

"Liar!" I raise my hand to slap him. I stop inches from his face, my hand trembling. I’m so angry I could burn the building down. I’m so hurt I want to scream. And god help me, I am so turned on I can barely stand. The anger is hot. It’s vibrating in my blood, mixing with the residual adrenaline from the sensory deprivation session. "Raw emotion is fuel," Echo’s voice cuts through the room. It’s loud. Distorted slightly, as if the system is straining under the weight of the tension. "Don't waste it. Use it."

"Emotion accelerates shift instability the most from what I know. Large surges of it especially can have either a positive or negative affect on your connection with your wolf." The implication hangs there. Emotion? Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. Love. I swallow thickly. "You think this is just me losing control of my emotions?" "No." His gaze darkens. That single word feels different. "I think you're definitely reacting to something though," he continues slowly, "to something you haven't identified yet." My pulse thunders. "And what do you think that is?" Aaron holds my gaze for a little too long. His voice dropping an octave.

Instead of pushing his anxiety away, he acknowledged it but shifted focus to curiosity about how the bond worked. The bond immediately quieted. "Better," Cassian said. "You're a quick study." "I'm motivated. This was making me crazy." "I noticed." Amusement rippled through the bond. "Your frustration tastes like thunderstorms. Sharp and electric." "Emotions have tastes?" "For demons, yes. Everyone's emotional signature is different. Yours is..." Cassian paused, considering. "Complicated. Like a library during a storm. Organized chaos." Adrian didn't know whether to be offended or flattered.

I inhale deeply, but it's feeling like there's lack of air in the room. "You are awake?" Emilia and Lucas shout in unison, stepping in the room. She sits beside me on the bed and hugs me tightly, laughing. "Oh God, Sam! Did you have to scare us like that?" "I scared you?" I smile slightly. "Tell me what I did." "Sam, your physical condition isn't good. You not only had a nervous breakdown, but also had a minor stroke," Emilia says softly. "Oh," that's all I say. When your whole world seemed to fall apart, what else you can say? I'm not weak, I'm not willing to feel weak, but I'm not myself anymore. Something inside me has broken, it's empty now.