bobby deol emotional

Eleven centuries after our existence, a new world has emerged. All nations now live on a single land, united under one supreme god in absolute supremacy. But is this truly a perfect world? If we are all equals, then why do superior races still exist, while others are cast aside as societal waste? Divided by golden domes, each person dreams of becoming a “Perfect”, a being purified of all emotions and perfectly sane, a being stripped of feelings in pursuit of eternal life. But at what cost? That is why they were born... The "Tracks Emotional", beings who possess only a single, pure emotion, were created to destroy all threats that transcend the nature of our world. From corrupted emotions arise the “Transemotional”, born mostly from the Fosse, and driven by unstable genetics or devouring feelings. They transform into massive, uncontrollable shadows that relentlessly attack the domes. All they have are their dreams.

What if empathy was never your weakness… but the very thing they used against you? You were told to be kind. To be patient. To forgive. But when you are entangled with a narcissist, empathy without strategy becomes self-erasure. You over-explain. You over-give. You over-understand. And slowly… you disappear. The Dark Empath is not about becoming cold. It is about becoming aware. It is about learning the difference between emotional empathy and cognitive precision. Inside this book, you will learn how to: • Detect manipulation before it feels like love • Break the trauma-bond cycle • Use psychological awareness without losing your compassion • Set boundaries that cannot be emotionally negotiated • Stop reacting — and start observing This is not about revenge. It is about power with control. Because narcissists do not fear emotion. They fear awareness. If you have ever felt gaslighted, drained, confused, or addicted to someone who destabilizes you… This book will teach you how to observe without absorbing. Mirror without merging. Respond without reacting. And once you master that? You will never be emotionally trapped again.

Lin Qingyu transmigrates into a cultivation novel—not as the protagonist, but as a minor side character destined to die early. Given no overpowered cultivation system, no heaven-defying talent, and no desire for glory, Lin Qingyu does the only thing he can: stay calm, survive, and live quietly. Unfortunately, his calm becomes contagious. Equipped with the Emotional Stability System, Lin Qingyu begins to change the fate of the world—not by fighting, but by listening, supporting, and refusing to let tragedy spiral out of control. As the original hero Shen Yuanxing walks the path of sword and destiny, Lin Qingyu becomes the unseen pillar that keeps everything from collapsing. A cultivation novel about emotional strength, quiet resilience, slow-burn romance, and surviving in a world obsessed with greatness.

What if your golden finger was a sentient trash can that feeds on negative emotions? Lin Mu transmigrates into a cultivation world—not as a chosen one, but as a handyman with a broken dantian and a body on the verge of collapse. His only companion? A trash can that talks. The "Emotional Management System" (as it insists on being called) absorbs hatred directed at Lin Mu. Someone curses him? Poof—their anger vanishes, leaving them confused and Lin Mu slightly richer in "emotional value." But when he discovers that his kindest senior brother—the one who's been giving him pills for three years—has been poisoning him all along, things get complicated. Especially when he sees what floats above that brother's head: two hearts. One gray with ordinary hatred. One black as ink—made of pure resentment that belonged to the original owner of Lin Mu's body. And then there's the word appearing on his finger. "Bury." Or is it "Hide"? A mysterious old man fishing by a cliff says: "That trash can of yours? It wasn't always a trash can. It used to be a mirror." A woman's voice from a black stone: "I don't blame him." A brother who's hated him for three years, with a golden heart above his head that might be their mother's last gift. And a heart—a living, beating heart made of ten thousand years of resentment—waiting for him at the bottom of a cliff.

18 year old Ashley is a cancer survivor. Diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of 16. Before she finished treatment she got a surprise present for finishing chemo by her parents. What she didn't know was how this present was gonna change her for the rest of her life. Alpha Cyrus Black, a leader who leads his pack with an iron fist. He has never wanted a mate. He hates love and thinks it makes you weak. He takes a girl every night to his bed chambers and makes her leave that same night. Stone hearted as he his, will this sick sweet girl change his appearance on love? Will she soften his heart? Will he give her what she has always dreamt of? Someone to love and cherish her? Please give my book a go! At least read one chapter.

The chapters are short... Why? The book is being rewritten...

In an alternate universe, on the planet called Turkey, a young man named Bobby lived in the city of Caliana. The date was 12/24/6005 and Bobby had just gone to the public pub to drink some wine and eat some cake. In 6005, humanity had reached the intergalactic age. Work and money had become obsolete in this futuristic era, as everything was done by robots and automation. Mankind had also evolved over the millennia and now had secondary genders: alphas, betas, and omegas.

With the dawn of the apacolypse it is said that the world's nascent consciousness chose the most unique thing to the current sovereigns of the world, the humans, and picked up emotions such that it is the driving instinct to our being thus expounding on it made the humanity able to master their own emotions and gain power from it while defending themselves against the beings from other places as they curve out their dominion in the galaxy

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.