Do You Get Déjà Vu When She's With You Novels & Stories

Starr's POV My eyes ran over them, my entire body on edge as I watched them kiss, her legs wrapped around Jason's waist. I pushed our heels to the side moving to sit on the counter beside her, enjoying the show. His hand moved between my legs rubbing against my clit and I relaxed slightly. Soon his touch disappeared as he placed his member at Cassi's entrance entering her slowly. She immediately released a moan that had my clit jumping and my legs squeezing together. They're hands were nowhere near me and yet still my body reacted as if I was the center of attention.

And my entire system. It's happening again. *** Déjà vu. Messing with her. Cheeks heated. Freckles are more prominent. Her nose cringes as her lips snort. Brings back old times. Before she was in my bed and I ached to touch her. I missed our simplicity. Banter. Hatred. Plus, it keeps my mind at bay. With food coming, my mouth is busy and not looking for other things. "Can't kiss while tasting." "Perhaps I can taste her instead." A wicked thought crossed my mind.

“When she walks into a room, it’s like the whole world changes. It’s not just how she looks—it’s the way she moves. Like she’s in control of everything, but she doesn’t even have to try. It’s... magnetic. You don’t see it unless you’re really looking. And I’ve been looking.” His friends exchanged glances, all of them clearly unsure of how to respond. “So, you’ve been hanging out with her a lot lately,” Jake said slowly. “Like... a lot. You two are always together. Is this a thing, or...?” “I don’t know,” Damien said, shrugging. “We just... click, you know? Every time I’m with her, it feels like we’re supposed to be in the same place at the same time. I can’t really explain it. We don’t even

I saw her inhale shakily. And then the first jagged breath hit. She blinked fast, too fast. Her chest began to rise and fall with short, disjointed gulps of air. Panic. It was happening again. A cruel déjà vu slammed into me, memories of that night in Velariad... the last time she spiraled like this, when the weight of everything crashed in on her. Not again. I slipped my hand from her cheek and wrapped both arms around her, tugging her gently into my chest.

A sense of déjà vu hits me as I stare at it. Walking forward to the walls I place my hands on them. Tingles hit my palm immediately and the beautiful face of my mate flashes through my eyes. This has to be her soul. I can feel her just as if she were standing right next to me. She already belongs to me. Reaching forward I get ready to take a piece of it but am stopped by Kawa’s voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” she says. I turn around to face her as I raise one of my brows.

Ayu waved at her excitedly, running toward her. Her wide eyes trembled slightly as she watched him approach. For a brief moment, an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over her, as though this scene had unfolded in her past. It was fleeting but powerful, a memory she couldn’t quite place. Her body froze in place, unable to respond. She sat stiffly, overwhelmed by the vivid overlay of blurred, indistinct images that flashed before her, blending with the reality in front of her. The weight of this inexplicable sensation pressed heavily on her chest—it was unbearably painful.

Yet, I am torn because one side wants him so bad it hurts, and my stubborn side tells me to run or fight him every step of the way. What is so weird about all of this is the fact that I can’t get over the strange sense of déjà vu when we met and several times afterwards. As if we were lovers in another life or somehow are connected. That when we touch, it feels like we have done this so many times before.

" She asked as she sat beside me and crossed her legs elegantly. She looked normal and it was as if I was the only one having these strange feelings. "It's not like I was scared. It's just that when I walked in… " I paused to think if what I was about to say would make any sense. " Continue, " she said curiously. I turned to her before I continued. "I'm having a sort of Deja Vu..." She looked at me seriously and I nodded. "What's it's all about?" She asked calmly. " It's like we are not the only ones in this place. Like someone strange is hiding from us, " I said to her.

There was no blood, and she was more willing than I could have ever imagined. As we lie there, basking in the afterglow, I notice a strange look in Ellie's eyes. It was almost as if she was feeling the same thing I was. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was a familiar feeling that was hard to shake. This situation with Ellie and me – the feeling of her arms wrapped around me and her moans in my ears, the fact that I could even take her over and over again – it triggers a sense of deja vu, but I ignore it.

But I held back, my rational mind wrestling my baser instincts into submission as I stood frozen, watching her approach with a mixture of fascination and longing. As Haven's hand wrapped around mine, a shiver ran down my spine. The sensation was unsettling, yet strangely familiar, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd experienced this exact moment before. The déjà vu was intense, transporting me back to the dream that had left such a lasting impression on me. I pushed the memory aside, focusing instead on the present moment and the woman by my side.