Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

It wasn't a sensation related to cultivation, that she was positive. With a curious blink, she poked the left side of her chest. For some reason, it felt unnaturally warm. "Are my legendary boobs about to grow back?"

“Ella? Was...Was that you?” I clutched at my chest, finding myself short of breath. My heart was pounding vigorously within my rib cage. Good God, it felt like something was moving within my abdomen. “I don’t feel right. I think something’s wrong,” I gasped. I got up from my seat and made it for the exit. I hated to leave. The game was so close to the second intermission but I had no choice. I could tell something was wrong. But I didn’t know what.

The comparison had slipped in so naturally, as if my subconscious had reached for him without permission. I frowned, a tightness suddenly gripping my chest. The sensation was strange, it was uncomfortable, as if a heavy weight was pressing me down, making it hard to breathe. I placed a hand over my heart, willing it to calm, but the feeling didn’t ease. A weak ache radiated through my ribs, and I winced, leaning against a nearby lamppost for support. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered to myself. “Why do I feel like this?”

What is this Im feeling? My heart feels like it's about to beat out of my chest, my hands becoming clammy, and a thousand butterflies feel like they're swarming my stomach. I chalk it up to motion sickness. Yes, that's it, that's all it is. I couldn't possibly love Axon; that's just crazy. We stare off into the sunset, neither of us speaking a word. I look over, and Axon seems to be fidgeting in his pocket. I clear my throat, and he looks up. Axon is giving me a look like a child who's caught his hand in the cookie jar. He pulls whatever he's carrying in his pocket out and tries to kneel.

It was as if something was wrapped around my chest and pulling my heart from all angles. “Hmmmm!!!” I let out an exasperated groan, my left hand grabbing onto the sink, as my right hand reached for my chest, and I hit the spot repeatedly. I hoped my efforts would lessen the pain a little, but the more I beat mt chest, the tighter it felt.

My stomach violently churned, and a wave of sickness hit me so hard I thought I was going to throw up right there where I was. My heart wasn't just beating; it was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal trying to break free. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was so loud and so fast that it was the only thing I could hear. It hurt. It actually hurt my chest, right where that strange stone was embedded. "I can't… I can't breathe.” I choked out, but the words barely made a sound. It was just a dry wheeze.

My chest tightens by the second despite how hard I’m trying, and it feels as though I can’t breathe. "I can’t– I…" "Jesus, Elizabeth." I let go of one of her hands to rub my chest. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I breathe? Why can I feel the air leaving my lungs? Is that my throat closing up? Why am I– am I about to pass out? Why should I–

Calla I suddenly feel a sharp twitch in my chest. My hand shoots up like it’s trying to shove something back into my ribcage, but nothing’s there. Just me, and this… tight, clawing ache that feels too big for my body. I freeze, heart hammering like it’s trying to break free. “What the hell…” I mutter, pressing my palm to my chest. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs, or maybe it’s just my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything feels off, something is wrong.

I rub my hand hard over the center of my chest. For the last hour, I’ve had this weird, persistent tightness right behind my chest. It feels like a massive shot of adrenaline was dumped directly into my bloodstream, but I have absolutely no way to burn it off. My heart is beating, my jaw aches from clenching my teeth. I try to take a deep breath, but my lungs feel restricted, like there's something living inside. I am losing my mind, I think, staring down at the can. The stress is actually making me sick.

My chest is rising up and down from my heavy breathing. I just felt something hard rubbing on my delicacy. I moaned, because of how delicious it felt. It felt hot, hard and thick. He is rubbing it on me. My eyes opened, and I had a hunch. "Fuck! Ahh!" I moaned when he rubbed it harder. I ascended from lying down. Propped two elbows to lift myself. I stiffened and got nervous when I saw what I am feeling on my center. He's fucking rubbing his dick on me. My eyes turned wide and my throat went dry. I'm shocked!