Novel & Cerita Uneasy Feeling Crossword Clue

he said. She frowned slightly. “I never slept.” Adrian nodded once. “I know.” Silence. He stepped closer. “You are thinking too much,” he added. Anna looked at him. “That is because everything is too much.” He did not argue. Instead, he stopped a few steps away. “How are you feeling?” he asked. She hesitated. Then answered honestly. “…uneasy.” Adrian studied her face carefully. “Physically or emotionally?” She blinked slightly. “Both.”

“Sometimes, I feel calm for no reason. And other times, I feel… tense. Like my body reacts before my mind can.” He nodded, like he’d expected that. “Does it happen around certain people?” I met his eyes. He wasn’t pushing but it seems like he was just waiting. “Yes.” He didn’t interrupt. “There are two ladies,” I continued. “One of them makes me feel… uneasy. I don’t know why. She hasn’t done anything wrong — at least not that I know of.” “And the other?” “The other makes me feel steady,” I said quietly. “Even when she’s not around me.”

Little Bob and Cat both snickered at her response to her husband. “Sure, what do you need, babe?” Wren asked. “This is going to sound strange, but do you have a feeling of impending doom, feel uneasy, or just feel like you are ready to crawl out of your skin for no apparent reason?” Lindsay asked him. “I have felt a little uneasy since I woke up this morning, but I didn’t think that much about it. Why? Is there a problem?” Wren asked. “Are you OK?” “Yeah, I’m OK, I think. Everyone who is here at the department today has the same feeling. We each thought it was because of the weather, but I am beginning to think it is a little more than that,” Lindsay explained.

Fisting my fingers, I force them back to my sides. "What is it?" I ask, my voice coming out deeper and rougher than I intended. Because I'm standing so close, I see the fine hairs rise on the back of his neck and hear his small intake of breath. "Do you feel this? This weird..." He exhales shakily. "I don't know. I just feel so unsettled." Unsettled. That's a damn good way of describing it. Like being trapped in a tiny rowing boat, tossed around by a stormy sea.

I have a motive and I'm accomplishing it. “How do you feel now?” Valen asked as he crashed next to me on the bed. I haven't been feeling myself since the time I rounded the last steps for the day. I couldn't explain the uneasiness I felt whenever I take a step. It was a new and different feeling but that has to be something I will hide away inside me. Knowing if I told Valen, he will try to stop me. I've already completed the laps for the day. I have two days more and everything will be normal. At least.

A wave of electrifying current he sends through for all to engage with. Mothers carry their shrieking pups instructing them to quieten to stop playing for something is about to happen. My heart has not stopped pounding, I feel all that he feels. His anxiety, his fear, his nervousness. It is a feeling caged in the pit of my stomach and it brings a vile taste to my mouth, an unstoppable gag leaves my lips. He feels unwell.

As I suddenly feel uneasy What was that look? Should I be scared? Or should I be asking myself why a part of me wants to turn back?

For the first time in months, something other than grief grips my chest. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. Unease. Who the hell is this new queen?

As I stood there, motionless and lost in thought, slowly combing my fingers through my hair, the soft curve of my lips began to fade. My gaze remained fixed on the sky when I noticed gray clouds gradually spreading across it, overtaking the heavens until the moon was nearly swallowed from sight. That was when an unexplainable sense of unease settled inside me. I couldn’t tell where it came from or why it suddenly appeared, only that it weighed heavily on my chest. A chill ran through my body without warning, raising goosebumps along my skin. Acting on instinct, I shifted my feet at once and stepped away from the balcony, as though retreating might shield me from the discomfort creeping over

I'm fed up with these types of women and men who don't get that I just want to be left alone. I'll kill anyone who dares to bother me again, they disgust me. I'm so furious, and the worst part is that I can't think straight; I'm still itching to strangle that wretch. I loathe these easy and opportunistic ladies, trying to use any excuse to get what they want. what is this damned unease? My body feels strange as if it's not my own; this reaction is uncommon, similar to when... impossible! Has someone dared to drug me? But when? At this party, I touched nothing, only drank water from my room.