Gemotions

The manuscript clutched in Elias's hands felt heavier than it should. His vision blurred, and a strange heat radiated from his core. He'd toiled for years, sacrificing sleep, relationships, everything, to bring his novel to life. And now, here it was, a blatant imitation of his work, published months before his own.

He threw the book across the room, it hitting the wall. The sound of the impact offered no release. He felt a pressure building in his chest. His breathing became erratic, shallow. He reached for a glass of water, his hand shaking so violently he almost dropped it.

He needed to fix this, and he needed to do it now.