Unexpected Feelings For Someone Novels & Stories

"Is it? Does any of this feel normal to you? The intensity of your hatred? The way the bond causes constant agony instead of comfort? The fact that you can barely stand to be in the same room as me even though every instinct should be pulling you toward me?" Kade is quiet, his jaw working. "I've wondered," he admits quietly. "Sometimes I feel things through the bond that don't match what I'm thinking. Or my emotions will spike for no reason. But I thought it was just... me. My grief. My anger." "What if it's not just you? What if someone is making it worse?" Another pulse of pain, though not as severe. We both wince, and instinctively move closer together. Our shoulders are touching now, and

Someone is feeling anxious, leading me to feel the same way too. This is not something I anticipated when everyone kept telling me that being mated gives you the love of your life. They didn’t say how intense it is to feel the other person’s feelings especially when they don’t even mean to make you feel that shit. Looking at the watch on my hand, I know the trials have started. If I drink enough, I will ignore the unwelcome emotions and forget her existence.

At least for now. “I’m going to be honest; I don’t know what to call this. He’s intimidating and big enough to block out the sun, but he’s warm and loving and giving, and when I’m around him I feel like everything is right, and when he’s not around I feel lost and confused. I’ve never had any of these feelings with another person, and I don’t want people to think I’m latching onto some rebound–”

Or, maybe there's something else. This whole time, it was so easy for me to watch her from afar, to love her in the dark, because she has never had any serious relationship. It was rare to get past the second date with her. But, now that the sappy fucker is here, I feel these sort of emotions in me. I feel hurt. I feel angry. I feel sad. I feel jealous. Most of all, I feel ... regret. "What am I regretting?" I think I hear a voice asks.

I examined the feeling carefully. It was not anger. What I felt was more complicated than anger and in some ways harder to hold. It was the specific surprise of someone who has known a person for their entire life and has discovered, suddenly, a room in that person they did not know was there. A room that had always been there, apparently. Just locked.

Everything tasted so bland and it felt like I was swallowing rocks. I was feeling mixed emotions at that moment. I felt happy for the promotion I received and I am thrilled, but I am also sad and disappointed. I couldn't help it. No woman wants to hear the man they have feelings for, say that their feelings will fade anyway. It felt like I was a toy he's currently interested in and he will throw me away once he loses his interest. Maybe I was overthinking it and maybe because I was hopelessly romantic that is why I couldn't help but feel sad.

I asked, changing the topic and easing the tension. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, and despite wanting to look up at him, I knew I couldn’t. I had genuine feelings for him, even after so long. Extreme hatred could manifest in the forms of anger, sadness, resentment, and spite. I also had an extreme likeness. These could manifest as a smile, a kind comment, a longing stare, an eye roll, or those other annoying, weakening feelings. He doesn’t have to do anything that I would like. My likeness for him will kick in as soon as I no longer feel any form of resentment for him. I didn’t even want to like him, but these feelings were beyond my control.

and I’ll be like: wow… personality. I didn’t come here to befriend him anyway. I came to figure it out. Because whatever this thing in my head is—crush, admiration, obsession, temporary insanity. I can’t decide unless I’m around him. And just from today? Yeah, I’m leaning somewhere very not-platonic. Kae disappeared back into the kitchen, grumbling under his breath about demons and eye contact. Elian helped me drag my luggage down the hall. “You okay?” he whispered.

I don’t feel that way anymore for hints I have no idea how possible it is to like someone, to think to stop liking someone that bad. To stop liking and caring that way for someone all of a sudden. It felt surreal, unreal. Like a whisk of air I could not touch because it was going to coil and refuel at my advances. But I had done it. I had stopped caring about my best friend. I didn’t know how to feel with this revelation. I didn’t know how to feel. It just felt like a weight had been lifted my chest. My emotions felt intact. There was no happiness, sadness. No joy, no remorse.

Instantly, it’s like the spell he was under breaks, and he turns on his heel, striding away with a boisterous beat playing beneath the soles of his feet. Mixed emotions begin to encompass me. Regret. Disappointment. Pain. These emotions change people. They make them trust less, overthink more, and shut people out. This is a lethal cocktail I know all too well when combined together, and it's becoming increasingly intolerable to consume on a daily.