6 Of Cups As Feelings Novels & Stories

Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.

he lost for ever, long ago unaware of the whole truth. And,that is the reason why his heart was uneasy today. Our conscious brain can be fooled but at times our sixth sense (if working) never fails in doing so. It will give hint, only if somebody can understand it, can make use of it or else it will be of no use. In case of Zieve, his heart was acting so weird as well as his sudden upsurge of emotions because his sixth sense had identified the presence of his childhood love, but because he was being fooled by his rest Five senses...he was not being able to read the sign's.

My hand tightened around the cup in front of me, my fingers curling in anger. I wanted to throw it across the room, to watch it shatter against the wall. But before I could, it slipped from my grasp, the contents spilling over my hand. I let go of the cup, my eyes locked on my hand, my anger fading, replaced by an indescribable feeling. And then, I looked at the door, my heart filled with a million different emotions. Ava's POV I let out a heavy sigh as I sank back into my chair, my mind whirling with all the work I had to do and all the responsibilities I had to shoulder.

"It's like I could feel what they were thinking. Their emotions and their fear." I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. "Feel their emotions?" "Like taste. Marcus's worry tasted like copper. Jordan's anger felt like electricity. Everyone's fear was pressing against my skull like a weight." What the fuck was she talking about? Feeling emotions like physical sensations? "Calla, that's not... that's not how emotions work." "I know that!" The words came out sharper than she intended. "I know it doesn't make sense. But it's happening anyway."

safe? I poured myself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. I took a sip, letting the warmth spread through me, hoping it would bring some clarity. But all it did was remind me of the heat of their bodies, the taste of their skin, the sound of their voices whispering my name. I sighed, setting the cup down. This was all so far beyond my realm of experience. I didn't know what to think, what to feel, what to do. All I knew was that I wanted to see them again. I needed to understand what this was, what we were.

Like I was used to seeing him being called to eat. A hot liquid spread through the bottom of my stomach as I watched the muscles and tendons coil and stretch. He spun around with two plates in his hands and set them down on the table. The food however no longer held my interest instead I was staring at his chest. The shirt hugged every inch of his perfectly chiseled chest and helped define the outlines of his abs. That warm liquid that was in my stomach literally started to spark and then explode inside of me. I didn’t exactly understand what these sudden feelings meant but whatever they were I liked them. I knew this thing could only be felt in destined mates but Seven/Six and I were chosen

ONE MINUTE, the mate bond is humming bright and warm in my chest, content as I wait for the vendor to pour wine into two wooden cups. Next, it goes cold. Not distant. Not muted. Cold. Like someone has ripped the fire from my chest and left nothing but ash. The cups slip from my hands. Wine splashes across the cobblestones, dark as blood, but I’m already moving. My wolf explodes inside my head, frantic, howling with desperate fury.

I feel like my cup is getting filled. A cup that symbolizes my curiosity and a water that symbolizes the answer that I'm seeking for. I smiled then went back to my seat. This is such a great day! I hope nothing bad happens today. I just listened well to my next class when I suddenly thought that everything that I’m currently learning felt like It happened before. That was weird.

*Six Years Later* The soft hum of anticipation lingered in the air as I settled into the plush embrace of my sofa, the deep maroon upholstery cradling me in a false sense of comfort. The afternoon sun painted warm hues across the room, casting shadows that danced with the secrets concealed in the recesses of my mind. In my grasp, a porcelain cup cradled the bitterness of coffee, each sip a subtle reminder of the bitterness that brewed within my soul.

God, it did. My hand shook slightly as I reached for the cup he'd drank from earlier. I brought it to my lips and took a large gulp from it. It burned my throat harshly. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know if it was hate or heat or obsession, but I knew I’d never felt anything like this in my life. And I hated how much I was craving more. Even though I was supposed to hate it. Hate that I was now a prisoner. Or worse, a pet. Of the most fearsome man in the state.