Who Feels It Knows Novels & Stories

“It feels like… it’s not just happening.” His gaze sharpened. “What do you mean?” “It feels like someone is doing this.” Silence fell. Heavy. Unavoidable. Because deep down They already knew. They just hadn’t said it yet. And now It couldn’t be ignored anymore.

Her hands itched to dive in and leave a strand on his forehead. "You're looking at me again." He complained. "What? How'd you know?" She tucked a flying strand behind her ear. "Even behind those glasses, I know you were looking at me. Ask me how?" "How?" "I feel it. Even if I am a mile away from you and you're staring down at me from a faraway mountain, I'd still know." "It's a feeling of thinking you're being watched. It happens to me also, mister. Don't make it look like you have some sort of mojo."

“Yes.” Nova closed her eyes briefly. She thought about every moment that led here. Every sacrifice. Every risk. Every choice. Her voice became softer. “Do they know about us?” “What do you mean?” “Do they know we’re part of the system now?” Kieran paused. “Some of them do.” “How?” “They can feel us.” Nova blinked. “They can feel us?” “Yes.” “How is that possible?” “The system created a shared awareness,” he explained. “Not full communication. But something close.”

he answered before closing his eyes. Fuck. I rub my chest as something shifts and settles inside me. I don’t know what it is or what causes it, but it is there. Knox is right; something feels different. I just don’t know what the fuck it is or what it means.

Things will be better once I return to Country B… Do you love Kem? I don’t know… Well now we have a problem because you need to know… You must be able to understand your feelings …,

Every time Eris shows affection to him, he had been feeling something else that was crossing the line of the title “Siblings”. He had been trying to find out what was going on with him and with those weird feelings but to this point, he thought about it again with that dream and suddenly remember one scene, he only had a flash of memory of Eris looking at him differently, but then his head started to react badly and had a massive headache. Eris noticed this sign of discomfort, her hand made its way to Sein’s forehead. Sein opened his eyes and saw Eris with a questioning look.

It all fееlѕ ѕо neat аnd tidy, аnd something bugѕ mе about thаt. I’m ѕurе I’m mіѕѕіng ѕоmеthіng vital, аnd іt’ѕ driving mе crazy. I hate nоt knоwіng, and at lеаѕt Cаrrіе іѕ tеllіng me the truth nоw.

I reply. “Then it’s older than the others?” Adrian asks. “Not older,” I say. “Then what?” “More… informed.” That’s the only way to describe it. It doesn’t feel new. It doesn’t feel like it’s learning. It feels like it already knows what it’s doing. And that raises a question I don’t want to ask. “What if it was always part of the system?” Adrian says quietly. My chest tightens. Because I was thinking the same thing.

I know this the way I know all things that arrive below the level of deciding, completely and without the possibility of revision, and I look at my hand and I don't scrub it and I don't file it and I don't put it in the back of the back of the cabinet. I just stand in the main room and know it. Then I go to the kitchen and I wash the cup and I set it to dry and I go to my room and I lie down and I look at the ceiling in the dark. I know what he is. I lie in the dark and I listen to the sea coming over the eastern wall in the east wind and I think about what he is and what I know about it and the cup and the not moving and the stepping back. Knowing what someone is and knowing how to feel abo

Because for the first time in months— I don't feel empty. I feel watched from the inside. And whatever is waking up in me— It knows something I don't.