Situacion Sentimental Novels & Stories

Now I'm sensitive, worn out, and covered in cum. Best birthday ever!

She was a tempest of feelings, a whirlwind of memories, and the room resonated with the unspoken words that hung heavily in the air. Maiari's words were a cascade of emotions, a whirlwind of heartache and resentment. "The day when you played with my feelings, made me believe in love, cheated on me in the end, and left me," her voice quivered with the weight of her past pain. Her eyes, stormy and conflicted, bore into D'Andre's soul.

"Czar is a bit possessive when it comes to me, he doesn't want me-" "Sorry to interrupt you, but I think we're having a misunderstanding here" I cut her off and cross my arms. My face is void with emotion and the tone of my voice is flat, adapting Sain's voice when he's serious. "Sain and I were married but only in papers. We don't have any mutual feelings to each other. Our relation right now is different from what you had with him. I don't love him and he feels the same thing to me as well. To make it clear with you, we're like business partners. We both agree to enter a contract which happened to be a marriage contract"

Theme: Emotional Turmoil (Aria's POV) I am confused between two possibilities, and my heart feels heavy. My spouse and real love, Xander, supports me, but Marcus... I am also a part of Marcus. The connection between us tugs at my soul no matter how hard I want to deny it, leaving me feeling miserable and puzzled. To obtain clarity, I sit by the window and stare up at the moonlit sky. As the wind rustles my skin, my mind is racing with thoughts of the moments I've spent with them both.

Oh my donuts, what's this new feeling coursing through my veins? But what can I say, I like them possessive. Letting out a long and hearty sigh, I peer at the clothes for the hundredth time, an imaginary light bulb suddenly blinks on top of my head and I giggle already making up a plan I know won't ever fail. Black has to be the most sensual colour ever. Knowing I'm not the only one who feels this sexual tension between Mateo and I, why don't we take things further even though I hate his guts.

So how could she stand there and ask me how I was? “I can see that physically, you are in a terrible state,” Serenity said gently. “But that is not what I meant. I meant mentally and emotionally. I know this whole situation has been… a lot for you.” I swallowed, thinking for a moment. “Well, mentally, I think I am still holding on,” I said slowly. “But emotionally… I do not even know where I am anymore.” That was the truth. Everything inside me felt scattered. “So why don’t you do something about it?” she asked.

I am feeling a certain someone. Close.

Kind of like the vulnerability I feel by taking control of my body and how Santos uses it. The irony of the situation hits me. Turns out, so many of Santos's issues with sex boil down to his insecurities, while so many of my insecurities boil down to issues with sex. If we had only known that years ago, I wonder if things could have been different. If we could have avoided all the pain, or if we needed that pain to end up here. "I'm not really looking for happiness, Santos." "You're not?" I shake my head. "Happiness is a fickle emotion. It comes and goes depending on the situation and your mood. I'd much rather be content."

I move away from him and walk to the couch. “Oh!” he exclaims. “You felt something for me, didn’t you? Something positive?” “I didn’t,” I say as I pour myself a cup of tea. “I know you did. No need to be shy about it,” he says, sitting beside me. I sigh, looking at him. “Seth, can we not do this right now?” “What is?” he asks, leaning closer to me. “We share a mate bond. Your emotions are linked to mine. I know what you want to do every time we are together. And guess what? I feel the same.”

V) As I sat alone in the dimly lit sanctuary of my apartment, surrounded by mementos and photographs that bore witness to our shared journey, a profound sense of introspection enveloped me. The memories of our whirlwind romance were juxtaposed against the stark reality of our impending union, prompting a torrent of emotions that threatened to engulf me.