Who Feels It Knows Novels & Stories

"Can you feel when I—when I touch—" "I feel everything," I said. "I feel you touching Subject Seven. I feel Grace crying. I feel Reaper's confusion. I feel Victoria's fear. I feel all four hundred thousand enhanced people worldwide. Every sensation. Every emotion. Every thought. All of it. All at once. Forever." "That sounds like hell," Reaper said quietly.

“That I know.” “But thіѕ? I just feel so аlіvе, when people watch uѕ I wіll fееl lіkе I саn dо anything. It’s so еmроwеrіng to know уоu аrе оn ѕhоw, tо gіvе уоur all for уоur craft.” “Wow, wе are fееlіng vеrу ѕеntіmеntаl tоdау, aren’t wе?”

Kain trusts no one else to treat his close and personal workers. “Uhm, excuse me.” She stops just before she walks out, turning to me with a raised brow. I already feel embarrassed from the question I’m about to ask, but it’s been on my mind and I don’t see anyone having an idea of what's going on medically besides this woman. “Do you know a lot about mates?” She thinks about it for a moment. “I have an extensive knowledge on the basics.” I guess that’s good enough for me. “Is it normal, perhaps, to feel the presence of someone so clearly? Almost as though you have a precise map out of where they are and being drawn to them without being mates. Does it have some medical definition, or maybe

He clutches his head, looking up at me with growing agitation like a volcano about to erupt. “How…What…How could you not know?! You’re a fucking God! A well of infinite knowledge, yet you couldn't detect the foetus growing a couple feet in front of you?! How are you only sensing it now?!” he shouts in distress, pacing the kitchen. “I thought she was hiding it from me! Do you think I like being a God who feels this fucking useless?!” I bellow, my body trembling with vexation. “All I know is I suddenly felt and heard the baby’s heartbeat. I could feel its life force and my connection to it. Then as fast as it appeared it was gone, like it never existed,” I explain dismally, catching my breath.

“It’s not like a voice. Not like before.” “Then what is it?” I exhaled slowly. “A pull,” I said. “But not the same kind. This one… it’s aware. Focused.” Kael’s expression hardened slightly. “Focused on you.” It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said after a brief pause. “Not just me.” That was the part that unsettled me the most. Because whatever this was it wasn’t singular. It wasn’t isolated. It was connected. And if it could reach me

Farrow on a Tuesday in April. "What does it feel like?" she said. "It feels like—" He tried to describe it. "It feels like the difference between walking on ground you are checking with each step and walking on ground you know." He paused. "In the earlier period I was always checking. Is this safe? Is this holding? Is the evidence still there? Now I am—" He paused again. "I am walking without checking. Not because I have stopped caring whether the ground holds. Because I know it holds. The knowledge is in my body, not just my mind."

“That’s not normal. That’s not even close to normal.” “Stay with me,” his voice cut in sharper now, not loud, but steady, grounding in a way I needed more than I wanted to admit. “Don’t panic. Just tell me exactly what you feel.” I forced air into my lungs, tried, and failed slightly before I got it right. “It feels like…” I hesitated, frustration mixing with something colder underneath it. “Like it knows I’m aware of it. Like if I move wrong, it reacts.” His pause felt different now, heavier in a way that made my chest tighten again before he even spoke.

My wolf had been quiet since the word Luna came up and now she started again the moment I closed my door behind me. "You heard what he said." "I heard him," I told her. "And?" "And I said okay." I sat on the edge of the bed. "That is all I said." "But you felt it." I lay back and stared at the ceiling. "Feeling something and acting on it are not the same thing. I need to know this place very well before I hand anything over to it. I need to know him also." "You are already learning from him." "That is not the same as knowing him."

I knew where ever we were safe. “I keep feeling this power and then it goes away after a while.” “I have felt that too, I don’t know what it is but I feel like we know it.” She said. “But we have to wait until it comes back around again, it might even be our mate trying to wake us up.”

A combination of feelings; a sense of recognition with a lost meaning. It felt strange. It felt almost like she knew this man. Who was he?