What This Feeling Novels & Stories

Everything felt blurry, as if I was looking at the world through a thin veil. Then, a strange sensation started in my stomach. It was not like the usual warm feeling wine gives you. This was different. It was sharp and uneasy, a twisting discomfort that rolled slowly through my body. I shifted in my seat, pressing one hand lightly against my waist. I thought maybe it was just the stress, or the sadness weighing me down. I tried to take a deep breath, but the air felt thick and hard to pull in.

so unlike the suffocating, frantic state of flight it entered whenever I was near Draven. Am I sick? Because what on earth is this feeling?

It scared the hell out of me in ways that’s more than just one. First off, I have never felt that way with anyone. The giddy feeling, the flip-flops of your belly, the supposed butterfly in your stomach, the strong pull that makes you want to touch that person--this was how Nick described the feeling to me. Whenever he talks about it, I find myself wanting to feel that way with someone. I didn’t want to feel used, battered and inclined to want someone just because they know what my body want. I wanted to actually feel something for someone. I have imagined and dreamt of how it would play out but I never imagined it would be like this.

Still, I knew it warmed my heart so much, making it feel like a million butterflies were running through my stomach. I should be more concerned about my life, right? After all, I didn’t know what punishment awaited me for what I did, but this sensation took away any form of fear, pain or worry I felt at that point. What is this thing I’m feeling? And why is it so strange? To my greatest astonishment, the next thing that came out of both our lips explained everything that was going on in one word. “Mate!”

It's like I'm swimming through a thick fog, trying to claw my way back to reality. My body is drenched in sweat, the sheets tangled around me like a cocoon. I feel like I've just emerged from a battlefield, battered and bruised but somehow still alive. My skin is clammy and cold, a stark contrast to the hot, feverish feeling that courses through my veins. Emotions swirl inside me like a whirlpool, threatening to pull me under. Fear, anger, and helplessness mix together, creating a potent cocktail that threatens to overwhelm me. It's like I'm trapped in a storm, tossed around by the winds of my own emotions.

My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all words in the English language are not sufficient enough to describe what I'm going through.

And now, here she was, repeating history. Damn. She was speechless, didn't know what to think about it. Every bit of her body surged with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. It was a strange feeling. A tingling sensation, something that would be described as something you felt when you were happy, but she didn't feel happy. She felt confused, so confused and a little bit angry.

"When we are together, I can't catch my breath and I feel like I'm drowning" I say wiping the tears on my cheeks. Why the hell am I crying? I lick my lips "You consume me and I don't understand these feelings, these sensations that you make me feel and I’m so confused. It's like nothing makes sense and it makes so much sense at the same time. Is it- is it supposed to feel like this?

I blush, feeling all over the place. “What are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t know” I sigh, knowing what’s making me feel like this. Always coming at the worst times. Well that explains the nausea and jumbled emotions all day. “Lovely”

The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. The bond hit me like a tidal wave, blinding me with its intensity. Colors exploded behind my eyelids, and my body arched as an orgasm ripped through me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, unable to catch my breath. For a moment, everything went blank . The feeling was indescribable – like my heart was overflowing with joy, and my body was warm and fuzzy all over. I felt complete, like a missing piece of my soul had finally been found.