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

Everything was intensified, amplified. They both woke up in the middle of the night at the same time for no reason and looked at each other. As always. It was dark so She didn’t really see much except for vague silhouettes. Gerard was saying something which She can’t remember now. They were sitting on the edge of the bed. He was behind her hugging her in a very special way and that’s when She got that feeling of déjà vu. She’d dreamt about him. Although he was very vague in her dream when she saw it, the feeling was exactly the same.

“I had to come back and stay with Julie since you were not here, but that is okay too. I haven’t had that kind of time with her in a long time and it was more good for me than it was for her. I had forgotten what her laugh sounded like…and she called me daddy, somewhat. She is growing fast and it is overwhelming.” “Right, you guys bonded while I wasn’t here,” she pressed her lips together. “I should go and check on her to make sure she is in one piece,” she gesticulated and then walked past him, face glued to the ground. She went around the couches instead of following straight and through them just so she wouldn’t be close to him. She held her breath until she had bolted the door behind her

"I know you will." As she walked away, I couldn't shake the odd feeling that she was measuring me for something. Not just for a campaign, but for something... else. Something I couldn't quite pin down. Again, that strange sense of déjà vu crept up my spine. Had we had this exact conversation before? I shrugged it off. The lack of sleep was clearly making me jumpy.

As if she had felt such urge before. Although something at the back of her mind kept screaming that it's dangerous and something bad will happen if she does so, curiosity got the better part of her and so she gave in to it. She wanted to understand what it was that was feeling so familiar. Why she was having such a vivid and strong feeling of deja Vu. As such, she gave in to whatever it was that was compelling her to get up on her feet.

The confusion in her expression mirrors my own bewilderment. "I don't... I don't really know," she admits, her brow furrowing delicately. "I just felt it somehow. Like an intuition or..." She pauses, searching for words. "Like your anxiety was somehow flowing into me, becoming my own concern." Her eyes widen slightly. "I could sense the exact source of your worry without you saying a word." The realization hits us simultaneously. We stare at each other, shock evident in both our expressions. The air between us suddenly feels charged with something beyond physical attraction—something deeper, more profound.

I feel like its such a special thing that I almost don’t deserve it. Tracing my way to the kitchen, I stop by the threshold, listening to every movement of my mate up close like I’m standing right next to her. It all feels so clear, like we’re one body and two souls. I can feel her everything much clearer than I did before I marked her.

In a soothing voice, Tru asks, “What did you see?” “I was claiming you, but it wasn’t you. Her hair was longer, and she had it in places you don’t.” I smile, “It felt amazing, though, just like it does with you. I was able to feel her and you like I was living in both places at once. Every time you clenched around me, she clenched. It was as if the scene was repeating in the past.” “Did you have a companion that looked like me? Maybe you claimed them and didn’t remember.”

she breathed anxiously before driving the car out of the parking lot. "Matthew’s POV" Why do I get a special feeling every time we meet or see each other? Why do I feel the urge to chat to her every time she's nearby? This is not me. I'm not like this to anyone but why do I have the impression as if we've met before and she's quite familiar to me? Had she felt the same electric charge I felt when I unintentionally touched her hand?

She had her eyes down but she wasn't looking at anything. She sighed and paused. "I feel different around him, like we have met before? But I haven't met him before. Is this de va ju? She sighed again for the fifth time or was it? I lost count. She remembered when she turned and how she felt. The string of electricity she felt from the man was something she had felt before but she couldn't remember where and from whom. She paused and watched again. "Like I was waiting my whole life for that moment." She said out loud. "Did I just say that?" She asked Brandon who seemed to not understand anything she was doing. Was that from a book? Or a movie? Seemed to real to me.

Like how had I seen this place in my dreams when I’d never been there before? My mind went back to the morning and waking up with her playing with my chest, and that low hum that’s always just there beneath the surface whenever she’s around got a bit stronger. I can’t quite describe the feeling; it’s like a vibration that starts in my core and strums its way throughout my body and usually heads south.