What This Feeling Novels & Stories

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.

ARIA The applause was thunderous, vibrating through the floorboards of the stage, but I couldn't feel the victory. As I stepped away from the podium, a strange, heavy sensation settled in my chest. It wasn't pride. It wasn't a relief. It was a sickening, weird feeling that crawled under my skin like insects. I felt dirty. I felt exposed.

I ask, my voice holding no emotions which is contradicting the way I am currently feeling. You know the kind of feeling you get when you know you have been betrayed? The feeling when your stomach is in pains and you feel tremors in your legs. When your heart palpitates and your throat begins to close up. When the entire world seems to have slowed down and you just want to curl up in a corner and cry. That is how l feel. Just about a thousand times much worse than that. But I have a lot more to listen to. There is more to hear. And there is also more to grieve over.

I smiled at the memory of the moment it happened. All of a sudden, there was a sudden surge of emotions, but they were not my own. Confusion swept over me. Although I didn't know where the feelings came from, I felt cared for and loved. I tried to ignore the strange sensation, but it lingered, and I couldn't shake it off. Despite not being able to explain it, I felt a deep connection to something or someone. There was a deep sense of peace and contentment in me that I hadn't experienced for quite some time.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Not a moment later, I feel my entire body become rigid. An intense, overwhelming wave of energy comes over me almost knocking me off my feet, and it takes all of me to remain standing. I can feel it approaching like a cold, dense fog skimming across the water and cloaking the land with a cloud of unease. I’d know that feeling anywhere. A feeling I should loathe and shiver at, but I don’t. It makes my body feel alive and my essram rejoice in ways I can’t begin to explain. It feels like a black hole sucking me into its depths, and never have I wanted something so much in my whole life. As disturbing as that thought should be, it brings me nothing but comfort.

Everything feels good. “AAAAAH,” a loud moan escapes me as First Guy suddenly thrusts into me balls deep without even having to line up with me. His cock stretches me, filling every possible space inside, but there’s no discomfort because I’m dripping wet and ready to welcome the guest. My eyes roll back as he starts pushing in and out of me fast, hitting all the right spots every time. It feels so good. The sensations blur together into one intense feeling, almost overwhelming. My vision becomes hazy, and I feel like I’m floating in a soft, pillowy cloud. With such intensity, it doesn’t take long for us to come undone.

POSEIDON POV Do you know that feeling? That little jittery spark that sizzles down your spine, then causes butterflies to dance around your tummy whenever the thought of that particular someone crosses your mind? That little shiver that leaves you wondering if they’re real or not... That is exactly what I was feeling. At least at that very moment.

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

"The gift. Not what happens after, the words landing, the flash catching. What it feels like right before, in your body, so I know what I am looking for if it happens again while I am with you." I blinked, surprised by the question. Nobody had asked me that before, not even Naomi, whose messages always focused on what the gift meant, what it revealed, what danger it might be pulling toward me. Nobody had asked what it actually felt like from the inside. "It starts in my chest," I said slowly, working it out as I spoke. "A pressure, almost like something pressing outward from behind my ribs. Then it moves up, into my throat, and everything around me goes very quiet for a second, even if there