Mutual Feelings Novels & Stories

“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.”

Me, of course, held the smile on my face. I like how our feelings towards each other was mutual. This meeting was about to become very interesting.

Hers gaze returned to the handsome man who was standing straight in front of her. Stev snorted softly. He pulled the hand that was in the woman's grip. "Don't over do it, you know exactly how the relationship between us is going," said the man. "Do you really ... don't love me?" said Jennie in a hoarse voice. She did not think that what she had been worrying about would actually happen now. What the man said seemed to be a heavy slap to her. Mutualism symbiosis. That's how the relationship between the two of them is called. They get close to each other and do what they shouldn't be doing behind Jack's back. Both of them are mutually beneficial in fulfilling their sexual desires.

"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.

The way his voice sounded just a little different. The way hers probably did too. “You’re both feeling it,” Daniel said. Avery frowned slightly. “How do you know that?” “Because if it was just you, it wouldn’t feel this mutual,” he replied. She looked down at her hands. “So what does that mean?” “It means you’re both pulling back a little,” he said. “Even if you don’t mean to.” That made her chest tighten. “I’m not pulling back.” “Maybe not on purpose,” he said. “But it happens when things get harder.”

He doesn't seem angry; that means I can live to continue. "You need someone you share a mutual feeling with, someone who loves you. Believe me when I say that person isn't me; the feelings I have for you are far from love." I tried to control the iciness in my voice, but it rolled out in a distasteful manner. "The only man I'm head over heels for is my mate." Easton smirked at me and removed his hand from my waist. "You are wrong. We shared mutual feelings for each other. Although it may be something negative."