The Feelings Twice Novels & Stories

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

My lips still burned. They throbbed with the lingering imprint of his kiss, swollen and hypersensitive in a way that made it impossible to forget how thoroughly he had just wrecked my composure. But worse than that was the heat still curling low between my thighs—the heavy, aching pulse left behind from where his hands had touched me only seconds ago. I closed my eyes. Two-seven-two-four. The numbers repeated in my head like a curse. Mocking me. I had told him no. I had told him I wasn’t coming.

“Say it again.” “I love you.” He slammed into me again, groaning, and holding my body like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. We came together that time, our bodies locked and hearts racing. He collapsed beside me, both of us gasping, our skin slick and sticky with sweat. No words were spoken, just the sound of two hearts that knew they’d gone too far. But fuck, it felt too good to regret. Hours passed and the sky outside darkened, which dimmed the room and I woke first.

"He is with me tonight. Do not touch what is mine." "And he's my muse," Leo countered. His playful smirk vanished completely. His shoulders squared up. He refused to step back an inch from the billionaire. I looked from Julian's bruising grip on my hip to Leo's dark, angry stare. I let a slow, ice-cold smirk spread across my lips. I did not pull away from either of them. They were powerful, dangerous, and completely twisted up over me. They had no clue they were just pawns on my board. I liked the feeling of their heavy hands on my body. It felt hot.

The Moonborn power and the pregnancy are amplifying each other. She thought about the garden. About what fourteen-weeks-pregnant twins had produced in ten minutes of moonlight exposure. 'What does it feel like?' she asked. 'The activation. The people in the texts — what did they describe?' 'Warmth, primarily. A sense of expansion. The feeling of something that has been compressed beginning to move.' He looked at her carefully. 'Is that what you feel?'

sent and felt the specific, simultaneous quality of two feelings arriving at the same moment. The first: the cold satisfaction of action after days of sitting with something The second: the immediate awareness, arriving approximately three seconds after the first, that I had just sent a message I could not recall, to a platform I did not control, about a woman who had done nothing to me in the past months except be correct about almost everything. I put the phone face down. Picked it up again. The confirmation was still there. I thought about Maya's hand at her stomach in the corridor

I repeated, the words feeling strange in my mouth. "Twins run in your father's bloodline," she said, moving to wash her hands in the basin by the window. "I'd want to confirm with a longer examination in a few weeks once I can feel movement more clearly, but everything I'm sensing right now tells me two heartbeats, not one." I sat there on the edge of the table, hands pressed flat against a stomach that hadn't even begun to show yet, and felt something crack open inside my chest that I hadn't expected. Not grief, exactly. Not quite joy either. Something tangled between both, too complicated to name cleanly.

But something inside me resisted. Not fear. Instinct. The same instinct that had warned me before. “Don’t go too close,” I said quickly. The twins didn’t move. But they didn’t step back either. Instead, They looked at me. And for the first time, I saw something different in their expressions. Not confusion. Not fear. Understanding. “We can feel it,” Kai said. “All of it,” Lyra added. I swallowed. “How much?” They exchanged a brief glance. Then, “Both sides,” they said together.

For some inexplicable reason, the atmosphere between us was perfectly harmonious. "Isabella." Dante suddenly called my name. It was as if he was weighing his words carefully. After a long pause, he finally continued. "Don’t you remember me?" Upon hearing his cool voice, I felt a faint, undeniable trace of resentment. I paused and thought about it. "Did we probably just run into each other at holiday banquets?" I then added, feeling a bit apologetic. "But I have a terrible memory. Please don't take it to heart."

Phone calls. People leavin‍g. P‍eople changi‍ng. ⁠Promis‌es breaking. Her father. That versio‌n of Liam. That‍ version of‍ herself. The‍ old feelin⁠g came back. That f‌eeling that says— Don’t enjoy this. Someth‌ing bad is‍ co⁠ming. Her stomac⁠h turned.⁠ She sat down. Too fast.