Situacion Sentimental Novels & Stories

And give wet kisses from my jaw to neck and I moaned aloud. It feels good, amazing and living. I never felt this feeling before, likes a lots of butterflies doing salsa in my stomach, I feel goosebumps erupts in my whole body. I feels like a hot and wet liquid made its way down there. Blush crept on my face. I don't know but today I feel his, care or maybe LOVE. Is there any possibility that we can be together in future? Did there any chance he forgets about selena?

I open my mouth but pause once Seth starts to change expression. "I worried a lot for him." He continues and sees the long expression of a man having feelings. "I...I think of him day and night. I get happy when he's here. I get excited once he's beside me. Him alone makes my whole body excited and my heart flustered. I get mad when he smiles at other guys or girls that thing should be for me, and I'm sad when he doesn't answer my texts and calls." He places his hands over his chest where his heart lies. "You get what I'm saying." Oh, I understand entirely.

“Okay, so remember that guy I told you about…the one with the sleeve tattoos and the six-pack and the vocabulary of a small-town priest?” Elena groans. “Please don’t say you're still talking to him.” “Oh, I’m not talking,” Karissah says smugly. “We’re communicating. Emotionally. Physically. Occasionally through memes.” I cackle. “So it’s a situationship.” “Exactly! The best kind. No rules. No expectations. Just vibes and delusion.” Elena raises an eyebrow. “How’s that going for you?” Karissah shrugs. “I think I’m in love, but also I never want to see him in daylight.”

A month later - Selena sat on the couch in her room, the dim glow of her laptop screen casting eerie shadows on her face. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, with Julian suddenly reappearing in her life, marrying her under mysterious circumstances, and now, saving her from Ryder’s assault. Her mind was a tangled web of emotions—gratitude, confusion, fear, and an inexplicable pull toward Julian that she couldn’t quite understand. He was an enigma, a man who seemed to harbor both hatred and protectiveness toward her in equal measure.

"I can feel both of you through the bond all the time now. Attitudes. Desires. Thoughts. It's intense and scary and weirdly comforting all at once." "Same," I admit. "It's like having background music constantly playing—shifting with your moods, your thoughts, your feelings." "Particularly when those feelings involve each other," Dane adds, his observation sending heat rising into my face. A flood of sensory memory flows through the bond—vivid impressions of Finley's kisses with both of us, comparing how differently we kiss, how distinct each connection feels to her. "Okay, so this emotional Wi-Fi just got X-rated," I mutter. "Maybe we need some mental privacy settings."

"You are one to wear your heart on your sleeve. It just appears I am the only one who seems to notice it. How exactly are you feeling? Is there someone else?" His last sentence made my heart thump. I sat up, clearing my throat in discomfort. "Well, it's just me not feeling as many emotions as before. Nothing serious." "Oh, that. It does happen, especially when you have been arguing frequently. But I can assure you it's nothing worthy of mulling over. I see how much you care for Selena; that alone will keep your love going. Also, with a child between you two. I don't doubt your love is going strong."

As they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all. Even today, if Avantika walks out on me for some reason, I would only smile for whatever she has made me feel over the years ... in my heart and a little below, in my pants. Yes, I always add an unnecessary sexual comment after my love-sapped talk. It makes me feel manly and non-gay.

Discoloration washed over Shawn’s face. “Serenity… H-How am I lesser than your husband? You don’t know each other, but you could get married without feelings involved. Why can’t you give me a chance when we’ve known each other for more than a decade? All I want is a chance to wait for you.” Looking at him dead in the eye, Serenity ruthlessly uttered, “Shawn, since I rather marry a stranger than choose you, it proves I have no romantic feelings for you. What we have is a sibling relationship.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.