The Feelings Twice Novels & Stories

God, Rosette asks a lot of questions; it looks like she has been saving them for a long time. "Whatever my friend thinks or does not think is none of your business; he is your mate, and should I let you in on a secret?" She nodded eagerly. "Every emotion you feel as a wolf or whatever, a lycan feels double or triple of it. Imagine how much you love or desire Brian. The feeling is quite strong, right?" She nodded. "Good. He feels double or a thousand times what you feel for him. So I doubt that he would reject you."

“…I should have done this sooner.” Her stomach twisted. Aria opened her eyes slowly. Sooner? She laughed silently — no sound, just air. Not because it was funny. Because it was absurd. Because in her first life, he never did. In her second life, he waited too long. And now — now that she no longer needed his defense, he found his spine. Classic. She straightened, smoothing her expression into something soft and unreadable. Control yourself, Aria. This is not affection. This is guilt.

I can’t unhate her. “All this while I was running to come help you, all those while I appeared when you never expected me to was because I felt it, it was because I felt you. I will be happy, and the next minute I’m sad, I will quickly know it was coming from you, and then I will start looking for you to console you. All those times you got hurt, I felt it too, but never for once did you feel anything coming from me, it always makes me wonder if we’re even twins or if my mother is just faming it all up and…”

Evelyn exhaled slowly, her body sinking into the mattress. And yet, peace brought questions. Her thoughts, restless, circled around the glow that still lingered in her chest. Was this truly her joy? Or was she only carrying Celine’s emotions, echoes of the woman who had once loved Darren with the fierce abandon of youth? Perhaps this sudden spark was not her own, but a memory sewn into her soul.

“You made me believe I mattered.” “You do,” he said. But it came out flat. Too late. “Then why do I feel like I’m always walking on a leash around you?” His mouth twitched. “Because you are.” The words were fire under her skin. He walked past her, careful not to step too close, careful not to show if he even noticed she was bleeding. But his shoulders—tight, like he was holding back something feral. “Tell me it’s over,” she said, her voice catching. “Whoever she is. Tell me it’s over.”

His eyes locked on mine for the longest time before he finally broke the silence. "If you're having second thoughts, I can talk to the High King to call off our engagement." "Why would I be having second thoughts?" I said, my voice steady as a rock. "I know you had a thing for Alpha Iris once." There was a hint of hurt in his voice that he could not quite hide. That took me back to my previous life when Damon had gone to the ends of the earth for me, nearly sacrificing it all. I felt my eyes welled up. "Yeah, I had feelings for him once, but that's history."

She relished the feeling, shutting her eyes whilst bitinf back a moan. “Let me know when you want to stop,” he whispered. Abby didn't want him to stop, heck, she wanted more. Within minutes of Anthony skimming his fingers across the right spots, Abby was done playing games. She sat up, straddling him and before she could rethink her decision, she sealed her lips to his. Anthony quickly responded, devouring her lips, a low groan in his throat. Warmth spread between them. It had been so long— a decade since they'd kissed and now, it felt even better than either of them could've possibly imagined. Every worry, every trace of anger fizzled off into nothing.

I rode the carousel, the bumper cars, and finally, after gathering all my courage, I climbed onto the roller coaster. When it plunged from the highest point, the sensation of weightlessness tore a scream from my throat. I screamed out every grievance, all my pain, and every ounce of resentment. The wind filled my lungs, and my tears scattered into the air. When I got off the ride, I threw up until the world spun around me, but I laughed harder than I ever had before. "3. Wear a cool jacket and get a new haircut." I went to the mall and bought myself a leather jacket. Then I stopped by a salon and got a trendy haircut.

That elusive feeling I had been chasing. That heat that had been raging intensely in my clit and vulva sparked through my whole body, devouring my flesh, blasting through my nerves, rattling my bones. Sweat poured down my back. Eyes closed and panting, I ground my sex upon his as if for my very life. His bat's wings burst open. Their span filling the width of the room with their black-blue silhouette. I felt - "Ahh!" Then there was bliss. Oblivion. The storm. The stars.

Damn, my cheeks turned beetle red. Davies' hand brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a flutter in my chest as he gazed at me, his eyes burning with intensity. We slowed our movements, our bodies swaying together as if an invisible force was controlling us. Davies' face was inches from mine again, his warm breath caressing my skin. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a world of our own.