Novel & Cerita Do You Get Déjà Vu When She's With You

The part I thought I had maximum control over, but didn't know I was merely surviving, with him as an anchor. Suddenly, the air changes, and I straighten. He's here at last. It's like I can feel his presence whenever he's close, even without hearing his footfalls. That's just how intimate my connection with him is. That's just how synchronized I've become with him. A chill works its way up my spine, making me shiver. My body always seems to have a reaction even to the slightest of things that have to do with him. It's crazy.

As Visaris' lips moved to my neck, kissing, nipping, and trailing hot breath along my skin, something familiar struck me. A flood of déjà vu crashed over me, and suddenly, I was not in the library anymore. My mind was filled with images—blurry, fragmented visions that flickered and danced like ghosts on the edge of my consciousness. I saw flashes of a room bathed in soft light, the sound of whispered voices, the sensation of strong hands gripping me… Visaris' hands. The sweet taste of his lips, his warmth, I recalled it all like it was engraved in the back of my mind. Somewhere. The same fervor. The same desperation. It was all too familiar, as though I had been there before, in this moment,

Her body, so pure, so untouched, had bloomed under my touch like a flower starved for the sun. "Is there anything you want me to do boss?" Giovanni asked pulling me from the sensual haze I was in. I merely grunted, the smirk deepening. There was something else, something tugging at the edges of my memory. Her scent, the subtle curve of her neck, the way the light had caught her hair... oddly familiar. Like a half-forgotten dream that refused to be fully recalled. It was the same unsettling sense of déjà vu I had been plagued with for the past six months, ever since that night.

“Of me?” “No,” she shakes her head. “Of me. When I'm with you, it is like nothing else matters. This... this thing," she gestures between us. "This... it’s-it's like I turn into a different person when I'm with you, and it scares me so much that I will need any man this much." I can't believe what she is saying. It is true that what we have is insane, but I have no idea there is even a ghost of a chance that she might feel the way she's feeling.

She smirked and I so hated that smirk on her face. “Unless what?” I inquired with an arched brow! “Unless our badass heroine is scared. Afraid!” she intoned thinning her eyes towards me. I leaned back and contemplated on her words. And to tell the truth, I was scared shitless about my neighbor dearest. Whenever he was around, he gave me this weird unsettling sense of Deja Vu that made me want to jump at his bones in an instant; at the same time made me want to run for the hills. He made me feel like I was missing out on a rather important faction of… life in general.

There is at least two feet between them, and her body is shaking so hard it looks as if she is having a seizure. The pull in my chest forces my body to make a beeline for hers. It's as if I am a piece of metal, and she is a high-powered magnet. I can't see or hear anything else but her. I have never heard of another mated couple feeling this before, but I don't have the mental capacity to question it at the moment.

felt deja vu. Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman. "Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head. I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth that tingled even more at our union.

She was feeling comfortablw which find her confusing. "Oh, you're already here." Her lips and tongue move on it's own like it wasn't her own body because it won't listen to her. She was about to asked him who he is but another words blurted on her mouth, those words felt natural for her. It's like she was experiencing some kind of deja vu. The scene was fast forward so whe she was about to go away, that someone stopped her by hugging her from behind which make her stilled. 'What is this kind of feeling? Why's my heart beating so fast and who is this person?'

“She feels it. The hesitation. The pictures in her own memory. Little gaps she doesn’t talk about.” My throat was dry. I wanted to deny it….I wanted to scream that she was lying ….. but a touch of nervousness held me silent. Because hadn’t I wondered? The déjà vu that sometimes hits at random. The way Zurich had felt oddly familiar, though I’d never set foot there before. Elias finally tore his eyes from her, looking at me. His stare was steady but stern, the kind of look that said don’t you dare believe her. But she saw it. She fed on it.

We were walking and grinning, talking about it, when suddenly there was a random girl that ran to me and embraced me as if she knew me. I was stunned, of course! Equal to how stunned my cousins were witnessing this particular scenario. Even some of our schoolmates that saw it were shocked, and most of them, especially women, had their brows raised. With this woman's arms wrapped around me, I could feel a familiar feeling I couldn't seem to name. Strange… I probably don't know her, but I can feel somewhat connected to her. It felt like I had already seen her before, already felt her embrace even before. It was like a Deja Vu was happening…