Uneasy Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Just standing under the sun for a short while had already left her feeling faint. Tessa pressed her red lips together without saying a word. She could tell Grace was in a foul mood. Just from her face, it was easy to guess what she was thinking. Still, the attitude from the Hayes family was truly puzzling. For some reason, Tessa had a growing sense of unease. It felt like something important was slipping past her. And now, with the Hayeses refusing to show themselves, her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Tessa shared her thoughts with Grace. “Mom, I don’t know why, but I’m feeling really uneasy.”

A man reading a newspaper. Normal. Everything looks normal. Still, the feeling lingers. I haven’t felt this way in months. Not since the day Kate called and told me Andre had found out we’d been communicating. That tight, bracing sensation. Like something was about to collide with my life whether I was ready or not. I swallow. “This is weird,” I murmur. Ethan leans slightly toward me. “What is?” “I just… feel uneasy.” He studies my face, his expression shifting from playful to attentive in seconds.

Heads turning in the same direction like they’re pulled by a string. My steps slow, and a frown pulls at my brows. A strange, uneasy feeling creeps into my chest. “What’s going on…?” I mutter under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. No one answers. No one even looks at me, which is unusual, because after that dinner party, I'm always getting attention wherever I go. But today, they're too focused. Too invested in whatever is unfolding ahead. That uneasy feeling sharpens. Then I hear it…..

Heads turning in the same direction like they’re pulled by a string. My steps slow, and a frown pulls at my brows. A strange, uneasy feeling creeps into my chest. “What’s going on…?” I mutter under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. No one answers. No one even looks at me, which is unusual, because after that dinner party, I'm always getting attention wherever I go. But today, they're too focused. Too invested in whatever is unfolding ahead. That uneasy feeling sharpens. Then I hear it…..

Giancarlo. As we prepared for the journey, with me sitting rather trap-like in grandpa's convoy, my head reeled with many thoughts and my heart thumped with the velocity and hardness of my uneasiness. The uneasiness that went from my skull down to my spinal cord and back again to where it came from. It was a particular feeling that was very unexplainable. I just couldn't put a hand to it. Something just didn't feel right. I felt it in the pit of my stomach and God help me, it felt like something dangerous was about to happen, something as bad as death.

Jack On Monday morning, I woke up with an unease I couldn’t explain. A weekend without news was enough for anxiety to creep in. I knew it didn’t make sense. She was independent; she had her own things going on. But that feeling of emptiness, of silence, overwhelmed me in an unbearable way. I had tried to reach her all weekend, through calls and messages. But each time, her phone was off, with no response. With each attempt, a little frustration had built up, slowly transforming into growing anxiety. And this morning, I woke up with that weight, that heavy emptiness in my chest.

, feels fear and a bad feeling. Her face, to the naked eye, looks pale, takes a deep breath, then looks at Giselle, even her voice is hoarse, also has a bit of sharpness, but her voice is still so hoarse, even when sharp, it only makes others feel strangely uneasy. “Suspicion? Giselle." Ashley was angry now and pressed close to Giselle. "Do you know what the word 'suspicion' means? Suspicion? Suspicion of what?

The void created by his busyness echoed in the unease I felt. As I grappled with the conflicting emotions of fear I couldn't help but wonder if my unease was a result of his absence. "What happened?" Miranda asked as her concerned gaze met mine. Her intuitive nature didn't miss the worry etched on my face, prompting her to inquire if something was amiss. The dilemma of whether to confide in her about my unsettling feelings weighed heavily on me.

They all have. The uneasiness in the bond thrums beneath my skin. It’s subtle but constant. There’s a quiet ripple of tension, and now and then a flare of something close to fear, quickly smothered before I can react. They don’t realise how obvious it feels. How loud silence can be.

The feeling of unease increases to a point that it feels like it’s crushing my soul. I’ve never felt this way before. Never had this unshakable feeling like something bad was going to happen. I try to assure myself, but it doesn’t work. I stand up and start pacing again. I felt wired. Like I was going crazy. I run my hand through my hair, probably messing it up, but I don’t fucking care. Not when I feel like my fucking heart was being squeezed by a tight fist. I turn on the TV. Maybe hearing other people’s voices will help me calm down. It was better than listening to my own since it was distorted, jumbled and confused the hell out of me.