Mutual Feelings Novels & Stories

It's quite confusing, but it is what it is. Everything is like a symbiotic mutualism, mutual benefit. But sometimes this symbiosis does not work well so that there is an advantage and someone is harmed or there is a benefit without any loss in it. Sometimes it's stable sometimes it's not. "We've finished our sentence!" Winter said excitedly, they now walked hand in hand holding hands like an inseparable couple. Helena laughed seeing them, too cute and adorable. Helena walked over to them and hugged them tightly. "Helena!" Winter returned the hug warmly.

Tessa jokes and I take out the phone and it's Alex. Is there a problem at home? No. I don't think so. So. If he was in trouble, I'm sure I would have been able to feel it because since he marked me, we can literally feel what the other is feeling. Be it joy, sadness, extreme cold, heat, hunger, anger, all those and many more. We can feel all of them. I even joked one day by telling him that we are literally a photocopy of each other. He replied, "wait until I am carrying your mark, we will be like a duplicate of each other."

She laughed again and shook my head. “They were not a couple in a way that I was with them, or them with me,” she said almost cryptically. “They had mutual respect for one another. Admiration, partnership, understanding, trust, friendship, brotherhood. All with a common goal to support and to love me with all their hearts and me with them.” I sighed and then I nodded. “I don’t even see that happening between me and Zach,” I murmured. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

Still, my voice is hoarse when I admit, "No." She gives me a soft smile. “It’s mutual, you know. So you don’t have to be so nervous, Laury.” For a moment, I let his words calm me, comfort me, but then Ezequiel's words from that night echo in my mind. His absence right now makes me retreat as far as my heart allows. —Mutual means something a little different between us and Ezequiel, doesn't it? It might be mutual with you, but with him, I don't think it ever will be.—

“The whole mates thing. How does it work? I mean, how does it feel for you? Do you feel you had a choice? Because it all seems crazy to me right now.” “Yeah, it sounds insane when I try to explain it. But when you’re living it… it’s different. Mates aren’t just some random idea of romance. It’s… a connection. You feel it like gravity pulling you toward them. And once you seal the bond, it’s like your soul finally clicks into place.” Poppy tilts her head, her brows pulling together. “So it’s always mutual? Both mates feel it?” “Yes,” I say firmly. “Always. Though sometimes, some try to fight it.” I half laugh. “Ask Remy about that, he’s an expert in running from fate.”

"Once they put a mark on you, and you mark them, there's a deeper connection than what you already have. You can feel their feelings, especially if they let you in. They call it their wall. You can feel if they are happy or sad. And if they think something, you can hear it. Although that can only happen if you're near them. If one of us gets hurt, the other can feel it. If one of us experiences pleasure, apparently the other feels it. I think they were having sex, cuz I swear I felt it." Jacob sat there shocked, looking at Ethan. He was waiting for Ethan to laugh, and tell him it was a joke. But judging by the serious look on his face, Jacob doesn't think this is a joke. "Well, we've been go

I felt her love, acceptance, anxieties, and yearning, blending with my own in a complex tapestry of emotional exchange. And then there were the feelings that were purely mine. My profound love for her felt like a star going supernova in my chest, bright and scalding. My awe at the person she was and the person I could become beside her. The sense of utter rightness, like the closing of a circle or the last, decisive click of a lock. These emotions mingled with the primal surge of the Alpha power within me, magnifying everything into a sensation so intense it bordered on spiritual.

I asked Phill who was quietly listening to me the whole time. "Look girlfriend, this should be it. When two people are mated to each other, they feel a bond, like a very strong connection with each other. They feel the need to be in each others arms all the time. They suddenly become protective and very possessive over each other". He paused a little studying the expression on my face. "Now, you, girlfriend do not have a wolf,so you're not supposed to feel anything for him at least not immediately. So, i suppose what you feel for him is a simple attraction, maybe a mere crush".

The ceremony, steeped in tradition yet deeply personal, marked a turning point, a commitment to a shared future, bound by love, loyalty, and the promise of countless tomorrows. The cascade of emotions that surged through me was staggering, a surge of affection and connection that threatened to sweep me off my feet. Within this barrage of sentiment, the depth of my love for them was crystal clear, as was the intensity of their love for me. It was more than just an emotional realization; it was an almost physical sensation, a profound understanding that resonated deep within my very being.

The moment is ours, and nothing else in the world matters. This day is unique as we plunge into the abyss of our desires, the intimacy between us transforms into a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites our senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.