What This Feeling Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Do you feel that though? It’s like a pulse.” He takes a deep breath and when he lets it out I smile as it blows stray strands of hair around my face. “Wow! Is it like this all the time?” “What do you feel?” “I can feel…something…flowing up into one of my feet and through my body and back down through the other foot, but it is like a pulse. Like a circuit with a pulse, but it isn’t energy or electricity, it’s more fluid. Does that even make sense?”

Two years ago… Cara's POV You know this feeling; this constant nagging at the back of your mind, this sickening at the pit of your stomach, this heavyweight over your chest that makes you sometimes stop and just try to gasp for a breath. You know; this anxiety, uneasiness, or maybe it is just referred to as --fear. I don't know, it is just, this feeling-- What is it? What do they call it? This trepidation. As if you're waiting for something bad to happen. As if your gut is telling you, it’s giving you pre heads-up.

"What it actually feels like." "Why?" "Because you came in here and told me the true thing." A pause. "I should try to do the same." I leaned back. "Most of the time it's just warm," I said. "A low reminder. When you're near it's steadier. When you're gone it pulls." I paused. "When you're happy it feels like mine. Not the emotion itself, just, the warmth of it coming through." Her expression shifted. "That part doesn't burn," I said. "That part is the best thing I've felt in a long time."

FELIX No one teaches Omegas what it means to feel everything. It’s like standing in a room and taking in every emotion at once. Not just your own. Everyone’s. It slips into you without warning. Small pieces of feelings that were never yours to begin with. It doesn’t make sense at first. It takes time before you even understand what’s happening. It’s easy to lose control of it. Someone nearby has a bad day, and suddenly you feel irritated for no clear reason.

That sparking, tingling, electric feeling is one of the mate indications. Everyone talks about how warm and exciting it feels. Nora had told me about it, even though she hasn’t met her own mate yet. She talked about how it would feel, and we’d even discussed how we might react. Freezing wasn’t on that list. My emotions mix and meld, creating a confusing feeling within me. The happiness that grows within me feels light yet stale, and the disappointment… are you supposed to feel disappointed when you meet your mate? I didn’t think so. Everyone always describes it as a joyful, happy moment.

CHAPTER 73 CALLIE SHAPE OF PRESSURE I learned very quickly that freedom didn’t feel the way people described it. It didn’t feel light. It didn’t feel relieving. It didn’t feel like air rushing back into my lungs after drowning. If anything, it felt sharp. Too sharp. Like stepping out of a dark room into sunlight so bright it made your eyes ache.

I stand too, feeling something new settle in my chest. Excitement. Anticipation. Possibility. For the first time in a long time, I don’t just feel like I’m stepping into something new—I feel like I’m stepping into who I’m meant to be.

“It’s different. I’m not just thinking about her in boardrooms or meetings. I’m thinking about her when I get home, when I wake up, even now and when she looks at me, it…..” “Feels like a punch to the chest?” Chris finished, his lip pushed up in a smile. I blinked at him. “How the hell…….” He chuckled. “Man, I’ve been there. You don’t gotta explain.” He sat back, folding his arms. “Sounds like you’ve got something called ‘feelings’, Alex.” he explained like I was five. The words, though familiar, sounded strange to me. “Feelings” the words rolled out my tongue like sweet wine.

He said, softly. It felt as if our heart beats merged as one and I could feel a tingle in my heart. A feeling I had never felt before, towards him. I wanted more of this and wished he could cuddle me and wrap his arms around me, feeling his warmth. I loved the way i felt like a baby and I wanted more of it. But I wasn't supposed to feel this. "Uhm... I'm uncomfortable." I said, with my eyes moving left and right. "Sometimes, that uncomfortable feeling is a good feeling that we feel we aren't supposed to feel. Melissa, feel it." He said, softly.

I didn’t know what they meant. But they felt important. Then— Something else. Warmth. Not around me. Through me. Love. Fierce. Protective. Unyielding. It wasn’t coming from here. It was reaching. Someone was waiting. Someone was searching. The feeling wasn’t words, but it carried meaning. Stay. Fight. Come back. I didn’t know who it belonged to. But it hurt. Not because it was painful— Because it mattered. Worry. Desperation. A pulse of rage so controlled it felt like a blade held at the edge of restraint.