Gut Feeling Stories Novels & Stories

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

“I know exactly what you mean. I was feeling the same way. This building is just creepy at night but I’ve been on edge tonight anyhow.” “What do you mean?” “It’s gonna sound silly but there were a couple times tonight that I had this feeling like I was being watched.” “Really? Usually those feelings are legit, Aurora. That gut feeling or intuition is part of the body’s natural defense system. I always listen to whatever my gut is telling me.”

Why? My feet couldn't move, and I'm unsure why, especially when they started laughing and teasing each other. I was back in a trance when some girls passed over me and went straight ahead inside the CR. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own and went inside the restroom with me because I couldn't hold my pee any longer. Camila was on the other side of the comfort room, and Zoey was on the other side. They were awkwardly silently fixing something on their faces, or should I say pretending, because there were other girls there now.

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

But no matter what and how I think about, trying to push it down in the gut of my stomach that it was really just nothing important, those words completely bothers me because in the back of my head, I felt something different from the way he said it. It felt like he was guarding something that he didn’t want me to know. Is it just me? Oh God, please tell me that it is just me. Nothing important. Nothing important. Nothing important. Those words kept running again and again and again in the back of my head. I groan inwardly and hated those words as it does not even want to get out of my head. I have always trusted my gut feeling and my woman’s instinct because for some reason, it is always go

Hе dіdn’t dеnу іt, еіthеr. My іnѕtіnсt tеllѕ mе hе’ѕ nоt ѕtіll tеllіng me thе full story. Whеn mу gut is ѕсrеаmіng аt mе like this, there muѕt bе ѕоmеthіng mоrе. It’ѕ tеllіng me to аѕk mоrе questions; fіnd оut mоrе; do more; think mоrе.

‎ ‎Her stomach felt strange. ‎ ‎She thought it was just stress. ‎ ‎Too much emotion. ‎ ‎Too much pressure. ‎ ‎She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ‎ ‎“It’s nothing,” she whispered. ‎ ‎But she did not know… ‎ ‎That inside her body… ‎ ‎Something had already begun to change. ‎ ‎And soon— ‎ ‎The one rule written clearly in black ink… ‎ ‎Would be broken. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“Tell me this doesn’t feel the same. Tell me you don’t feel it too—that pull in your gut that says this is more than just coincidence.” The silence that followed was deafening.

* “You're not going to tell me about your outing?” He reminded me after dinner. I've avoided this conversation with all I've got. I didn't know how to say it to him. Or how will he take the new info I have got? And I felt so much like a fool after leaving the Villa. Not really anyway, but “fool” is the perfect word. I might be defending a criminal due to gut feeling. My gut feelings have never been wrong. What went wrong this time? And why should I believe that blonde?

“Don't trust us, then. But you believe in your Shiv ji, no?” My eyes widened listening to that. How did he know that?! “Just keep on believing in him. He won't lead you onto the wrong part. I promise you,” he said. “Trust him, and I will see that no scarcity of anything will be a problem for you.” A shaky breath got out of me. I breathed in and exhaled quite a few times, calming my unnerving veins, which were throbbing inside my epithelial tissues. He stared right into my eyes, like staring down into my soul. His eyes alight with a known ignition. I was struck by the vividness. An unknown fierceness was probing my insides, urging me to enunciate what I was feeling inside to him without any h