Another Word Of Feeling Novels & Stories

You ever feel like that? When I am sad I wanna know how to overcome it but when my lips are busy laughing and screaming in happiness, then I don’t find any problem with me. It takes a while to comprehend what you feeling and it shouldn't be a dash or a matter of insurity... I'm not In a state of raising my hand to assure If that word is certified in the matters of Cambridge nor Oxford Dic's...if it isn't then my apologies cause it surely makes some fucking sense to me!

The king adjusted himself on his seat, trying to show as many emotions as he could through his words. For words were the only thing he had with him. "Of course they do, parents can never forget their children no matter they are with them or not. Coming to the point, tell me, Eva, how love feels like" "Love is love your highness. How can I define it?" The king smiled. "When you feel this unexplainable emotion in your chest, that is like a bird fluttering in your chest. It fights to come out, to make you feel weak and the most powerful at the same time.

"I know all of that." "But," Elena said. "But knowing it and feeling it aren't the same thing," I said. "And right now what I'm feeling is —" I stopped. Elena waited. "Jealous," I said. The word landing with the specific discomfort of something that has been accurate and unsayable simultaneously. "Which I'm aware is —" "Human," Elena said. I looked at her.

Eli accepted the answer immediately and went back to whatever he was doing. I thought about telling him. Really, I did. But to what use? I didn’t even know what was going on myself. Honestly, everything felt weird. I don’t really have the words to describe my emotions. I’m not exactly pained. But I’m definitely not happy either. It’s just… Weird. That’s probably the best word for it. Weird. But let’s see how it goes.

I answered, feeling a little cheeky. I was looking at her in anticipation since I didn't understand her words clearly. Her soft laughter revealed a mysterious sparkle in her eyes. "You know, some days, I just feel like I'm overflowing with joy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. I gave a nod as I understood the meaning. At times, joy can be too much, like a balloon about to burst.

My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all words in the English language are not sufficient enough to describe what I'm going through.

Feel her. She gazed at him as he gazed at the setting sun. The feeling was a whisper in her heart, a flutter that accompanied every thought and lingered in every shared moment. She experienced the bloom of emotions—like flowers unfurling in spring—yet the identity of the gardener remains a mystery. It was a paradox where the heart recognised his presence but remained oblivious to what he truly meant, leaving her entangled in the delicate threads of an emotion she could feel but not fully explain.

There are children around four or five years old around me, and one on my chest, the culprit of my suffocation that bore violet eyes. "Look, look, the priestess is awake!" One of the girls says, pointing directly at my face. "Beautiful eyes!" "And hair!" "Smells like berries!" "Now, now, kids, back to the party." A familiar voice says, and the mischievous children surrounding me giggle as they clear the room. Perhaps it is due to gravity, but the distant tears pool in my eyes and trickle down my cheeks once I sit upright. Is there a word that describes emptiness, sadness, anger and an amalgamation of horny? Is there such a feeling?

His feelings are reaching out to my heart, and I am sure even he can feel the intensity of my love for him in his heart. The feelings which I am experiencing are indescribable. These emotions are so pure and sacred that it feels like blasphemy to express them into words.

His lips felt warm against mine; it was tempting. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips in sync with his, and he pulled me closer by the waist. I missed Vexon a lot. It felt like the emptiness of my heart just vanished. I felt myself again. What was this feeling called? Love? ###