Feeling Connected To Someone You Never Met Novels & Stories

As I watched them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for a connection that goes beyond the surface level. I wish I had a wolf; then maybe I would have recognized my mate in the crowd and finally experienced that deep, soulful connection that everyone seemed to be reveling in. But instead, I felt lost and alone in a sea of strangers. I am waiting for someone to come along and awaken the dormant wolf within me to guide me toward my destined mate. I yearned for that unspoken understanding, that electric connection that transcends words and defies explanation. It was a feeling I longed to experience, a bond I craved with every fiber of my being.

Joyce asks softly, taking my hand. "Since we met, I've felt this connection between us, like a cord connecting our souls. It's at its strongest when we're together, like right now I can feel a pull, longing to be next to her. It's almost like I can't breathe right if she's not next to me.

, Amelia spoke up, giggling between her words. She really called me funny. I'd never said anything worth laughing about to this girl. And didn't we just start talking two days ago? She was a bit too trusting and I scowled. "Are you not happy to be here?", one of the girls asked, she probably noticed my scowl. "No, no. I just feel so out of place here. I don't want you to feel burdened with my presence", I said meekly. I had this habit of looking down whenever I'm talking to people. It gives them the idea that I'm shy and sweet.

"Or you'll be strong. Connected. Part of something bigger than yourselves." Through the bonds—through the network that spanned infinity—I felt something. A stirring. An idea. "What if we showed you?" I asked. "What if we let you feel what connection is like? What bonds can be? Not to control you. Not to manipulate you. Just to show you what you're refusing. What you're missing." "How?" "Through us. We're part of the network. Part of everything. We can share what we feel. What we know. What we've experienced."

I was tortured by this strong and crazy feeling, it should torment me so hard. I said “we” in front of her face. She was the first girl that I ever used that word after Jenna died. What amazed me was that she could feel about me as well. Seemed like we had a CONNECTION. After Jenna died, I had never expected to have a girl who could build up a CONNECTION with me. In other way, I didn’t get the mood to look for one. Yet, it just happened so naturally. What’s worse, she made no effort and succeed in doing it. This kind of CONNECTION was so much different from the one between me and Jenna. I was attracted in it and addicted to it.

The word comes to me again, something I have heard before but never truly understood. Mates. I knew the meaning. I knew what it was supposed to represent. A bond. A connection. Something deeper than anything else. But this… This is different. This is not just a word or a concept. It is something I feel in every part of me, even now when I am not fully here. It is knowing someone is there without seeing them. It is sensing them without effort, without question. It is being tied to someone in a way that has no beginning and no explanation.

Like two magnets unsure of the way we wanted to feel. I’ve never felt a connection like this with anyone else. I don’t even know how to explain it. I feel like I already knew him before I met him. It felt like this meeting is not a coincidence because the connection was already there. There was this burning desire that was aroused in me by his soft palm on my face.

But as our skin connected, a jolt of electricity coursed through me, intensifying the charged atmosphere in the room. For a brief moment, our hands lingered, boundaries blurred. The outside world faded into insignificance as an indescribable connection formed between us. It was as if an invisible thread pulled us closer, intertwining our emotions and experiences. In that fleeting moment, I couldn't help but wonder if he felt it too, if he sensed the unspoken bond that seemed to grow between us.

We imprinted. We have a link; we can hear each other even from miles away. No distance is too far. No one else can tap into this. It’s like our own personal telephone line with dampeners. He isn’t looking at me, but watching Carmen walk down the hall, crying into her own hands and creating a pitiful picture. I can sense his pain from watching her go and it pains me too. Feeling what he feels, another downside to now being connected to this guy. I don’t want to feel heartbreak or pain or any of this crap.

I cut her off. “You can try to explain it to yourself all you want, Kaima, but you felt that pull, that connection. It wasn’t normal. We've never felt anything like it before.” My chest heaved. I didn't want to agree, I wanted to argue, but she was right. I felt it, even when I tried to convince myself it was my imagination. It was the realest thing I’d ever felt. It felt like an invisible thread pulled us together, and Goddess help me, because a part of me wanted it.