I didn't know you felt that way.
The mattress felt so good.
He felt sick to his stomach again.
Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.
It was how she felt about Alex.
Her mouth felt dry and her voice was barely a whisper.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.
He felt sad and depressed.
She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
I felt the hot breath from the engine on my face, and the smoke and ashes almost choked us.
His mother smiled, for she felt quite sure that there was no danger.
The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.
The merchant felt sure that the fishermen were having a good haul.
She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.
Tonight it felt comfortable.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.
Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning."
I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.
Carmen felt her face growing warm.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.
In fact, what she felt was pity.
What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.
I felt tears on my hand.
The implication is that any time they nursed, they felt pain as well, to learn at an early age that there is no pleasure to be had in life without pain.
Of course, politics being what it is, the Peace Dividend was spent a dozen times over by as many special interests who felt they were the most deserving of such an unexpected largess.
Her head felt like it could float off her body.
Her hands were trembling and she felt sick to her stomach.
After the play Miss Sullivan took me to see him behind the scenes, and I felt of his curious garb and his flowing hair and beard.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
This made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.
Soon I felt the need of some communication with others and began to make crude signs.
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
It was great news and she should have felt relieved.
I felt absolutely alone, cut off from my friends and the firm earth.
I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen.
I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.
Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.
This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.
For a moment she envisioned him and felt a pang of loneliness.
I felt approaching footsteps, I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother.
She sobbed and begged them to let her out until Carmen felt like her heart was being brutally wrenched from her body.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
It carried their baggage and was useful to ride in wherever there were good roads, and since it had accompanied them so far in their travels they felt it their duty to preserve it.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
Quint felt the warmth flow into his face.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Lisa knew it felt good.
The boy felt very much ashamed.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.
Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
It felt strange to have only the two of them at the table.
She felt hot again.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
At the moment, it felt more domestic than romantic.
Maybe he felt that way too.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
In spite of the continual struggle for custody, he had felt more welcome at the Medena home than he had with his step-father's family.
If she had stayed with her husband and they had more children, would he have felt financially responsible for the others as well?
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
Child as I was, I at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared Dr. Bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.
I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.
I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.
I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.
Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.
As my knowledge of things grew I felt more and more the delight of the world I was in.
I felt my way to the end of the garden, knowing that the mimosa tree was near the fence, at the turn of the path.
The beautiful truth burst upon my mind--I felt that there were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.
When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I felt the great billows rock and sink.
I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.
He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
The atmosphere felt stiff and formal, as if this was not part of their routine.
They were all gentle and sympathetic and I felt the charm of their manner as much as I had felt the brilliancy of their essays and poems.
I have never felt lonesome, or in the least oppressed by a sense of solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life.
But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.
I speak of fishing only now, for I had long felt differently about fowling, and sold my gun before I went to the woods.
And everyone, including Anna Pavlovna, felt this.
And strange to say Nicholas felt that he could not help taking up a card, putting a small stake on it, and beginning to play.
She felt sorry for herself: sorry that she was being wasted all this time and of no use to anyone-- while she felt herself so capable of loving and being loved.
But hardly had he done so before he felt the bed rocking backwards and forwards beneath him as if it were breathing heavily and jolting.
She could understand nothing, think of nothing and feel nothing, except passionate love for her father, love such as she thought she had never felt till that moment.
It felt like a sudden and painful swelling.
He now felt ashamed of his speech with its constitutional tendency and sought an opportunity of effacing it.
But never had she felt so grieved for him or so much afraid of losing him.
In fact, now she felt nothing.
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
This time he didn't simply indicate what he felt.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
Alex never knew how you felt?
It was exactly how she felt.
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
For a moment she felt the dull aching pain of being utterly alone.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
She felt dizzy from breathing off the top of her lungs.
Lisa felt an immediate bond with the slender mother of her rescuer.
It wasn't enough, but it was all she felt capable of at the moment.
It felt good to be off her feet, even if only momentarily and in such a manner.
Better would be a long time coming, but she felt more in control of her emotions.
For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.
By that time the Giddon family would have felt the need to feed her two more times.
Somehow it actually felt good.
For a moment he looked as startled as she felt.
He offered no further information and she felt uncomfortable about asking.
Lisa's face felt hot.
Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck.
Whatever the reason, it felt good to have options he didn't know about.
Finally she felt comfortable about her wages.
Again she felt an urge to explore the hills... especially that path.
She looked as surprised as Lisa felt.
She felt an unwelcome rush of excitement and reached to push his hand from her hair.
Surely she must feel bitter about that fact, and yet neither her voice nor her expression gave any indication that she felt animosity.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around her waist.
The next morning her foot felt better and there was no swelling.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
I always thought he felt more pity than love for the old lady.
How could she have known how he felt?
She felt disappointed when he released her hand and dug in his pocket for the house key.
She snuggled into his arms and felt safe for the first time since the accident.
She felt the attention before she actually saw it.
Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.
Running felt so good.
Maybe that was the attraction she felt for people like Yancey and Allen.
Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
She felt sick to her stomach.
After a warm shower, she felt better.
She looked and felt cool, and only part of the bruising was visible.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
I should have known how you felt about him.
The doorbell rang and she felt a rush of panic when she heard Sarah answer the door.
The idea that Brandon felt relieved wasn't all that flattering - or comforting, for that matter.
Whatever the reason, she felt compelled to answer flippantly.
The old house groaned with each gust of wind, but it felt like a happy house.
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
She felt responsible for the fact that Brandon didn't have that last day with his father.
Now, here with her, he had finally felt comfortable enough to release his emotions.
Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.
She felt deceitful pumping Mrs. Marsh for information about Brandon's plans, but it was the perfect opportunity.
About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.
Hopefully her voice sounded more composed than she felt.
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.
Her face felt hot.
It felt cool and she glanced up at him in surprise.
Pete was conservative with his praise, so she felt honored.
She felt suddenly overwhelmed by loneliness.
How could men possibly have a greater desire or need than she had just felt?
Was it so different from the way her father had felt?
He helped her up and she tried to stand, but her legs felt like rubber.
Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.
Instead of shifting with each step, the ground felt solid.
Her whispered calls for Bordeaux received no response so she felt around in the darkness.
Bordeaux wouldn't have left her unless he felt she was safe, she was sure of that.
The muscles in her legs felt numb.
Cautiously her fingers felt the ground around her and touched the cold steel barrel.
The water felt delightful.
Cassie felt the warmth of the sun as her cloud descended to the ranch.
She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.
If you felt that way, why did you keep making the trips?
I told you how I felt about my father.
And I think you felt something as well.
He never wore a coat and she wondered if he even felt the cold west Texas wind.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
Her face felt hot again.
Actually, her legs felt like stumps and her groin muscles were knotted with pain.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
I actually felt a little sorry for her.
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
She moved past him and gingerly felt behind the stove until her fingers closed around the shaker.
And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.
Nothing looked good and she felt feverish.
He felt her forehead and rubbed her back.
Maybe he was one of those men who felt they needed to protect and care for all women.
She felt safe and secure.
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Her cheeks felt warm.
It was the first time she saw him break down and indulge in a heart felt smile.
Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.
If she had felt the least bit threatened, it would have been easy enough to jump out of the truck.
But in spite of his aggressive behavior, she felt safe with him.
I felt sick to my stomach.
If you'd only said something - told me how you felt.
Even the way you felt about that attic.
I knew, because I felt the same way.
He was a man who said little, but felt a lot.
I felt a shudder remembering the night before.
I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
None of us felt the excitement of the afternoon.
"I felt badly for what he's gone through," I answered.
One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.
I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.
For the first time, I felt we all sensed we might be on to something highly significant.
I'm sure Betsy felt the same.
At the time, we felt so infallible in our rightness we grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns exposing ourselves to a wealth of trouble.
He felt the mother's demeanor suggested she was preparing a bogus story.
I was pleased with the overall response and I think we collectively felt a modicum of relief.
We considered letting nature take its course but we felt guilty in prolonging the family's agony.
Howie wouldn't discuss the matter but we could only guess how he felt.
If successful, I was appointed to request what I felt was needed.
We felt we had enough.
I felt like I'd just passed my senior finals.
I felt it back in Delaware; I really did!
Both felt we should keep our hands off the matter.
However, with Howie's credibility questioned, I felt we were compelled to revisit the issue.
If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.
Howie's record was thirty-four minutes but he felt he could extend this if needed.
Brennan felt Merrill Cooms idea had merit.
I felt like Claire Elizabeth must have felt when the doctor cut her cord.
The radio bit was some weeks earlier and he felt the hub-bub had blown over.
I knew this conversation deserved more thought on my part but it felt good taking some action, even if it might prove misguided.
"I'm calling as a representative of the person whose identity you're seeking," I said, hoping the nervousness I felt wasn't as clear as it sounded to me.
I at least felt empowered to continue.
Much the case with Howie and Julie, I felt the personal lives of our group deserved their own space to address their own problems.
I felt I could trust Brennan's good judgment.
I felt I owed it to Howie to at least hear her out.
While I wanted to wake Betsy and explain the situation I felt following Julie's directive might free her to be more forthcoming.
He got up the courage and asked me out but when I begged off he acted so devastated I felt like a heel.
I knew I would be suborning a lie and allowing a relationship I felt strongly was tenuous at best to move forward into a life commitment.
I felt if Quinn learned that fact he would want to scrub the entire operation.
While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.
After a stroll up town for coffee and a doughnut, I felt it was late enough to try Quinn in California.
Now that Molly had confessed more knowledge than any of us suspected, I felt obligated to tell Martha the full story before she learned it from overheard conversation or from Molly directly.
I felt like a POW giving up military secrets.
I didn't know, but it bothered me immeasurably. qqq I'm sure we all felt we were on some ludicrous death watch with Mrs. Abbott holding our future hostage with her tenuous cling to life.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
I felt a sharp sting as the blade cut.
Never in my twenty-nine years of white bread life had I encountered anything remotely similar to the fear I felt as that knife pressed in me.
He yelled, and I felt the knife cut deeper.
Darkness engulfed me as I felt his foot kick my side repeatedly.
As I tried to rise to my knees I was grabbed from behind and once again, I felt a knife at my throat!
"Drop it!" a voice shouted from behind the light as I felt the knife press tighter against me!
"My throat's... slit," I gurgled as I reached up my hand and felt a sticky mess.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
Her tears felt good.
I felt my way to the back of the house and realized I couldn't see the end of my nose.
I felt I'd cut ties with a close relative.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt Quinn, Martha and baby Claire might be gone.
I felt a sickness in my stomach at the news, in spite of having surmised as much.
I truly felt I'd hear from Martha again.
Knowing Howie, I felt certain he loved her enough to forgive her.
I felt reasonably human though laughing remained a no-no and the pills were necessary desert.
I felt a need to respond but wasn't sure what to say.
When he bragged, you felt like he was holding back, not exaggerating.
I felt compelled to follow but I wanted to hear more.
Nervously, I dialed her cell and felt a flood of relief when she picked up.
While I detested closing our nine month incredible relationship on so sour a note, I felt the decision was his.
I tried to demonstrate the panic I felt.
I can't describe how helpless I felt.
He looked as bad as I felt.
I felt like a zombie, being led around aimlessly.
What's more, I felt if I had said I was the tipster, there was no reason for him to keep me alive.
I felt he was ready to quit and panic replaced my frustration.
Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my back pocket!
I felt panic when I noticed our kerosene lamp, our only light, was but half full of fluid.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
An hour of sleep was the longest he'd managed in over a week, and he felt more tired than when he lay down.
Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.
He didn't know what was going on, but he felt as uneasy as his spy chief.
While she could heal, she still felt pain.
She tested her body, dismayed when her limbs felt too heavy to lift.
The thick Miami heat had never felt so good!
She felt the poison in Talon's blood, but whatever poison ran in the devil's body was inseparable from him.
Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.
He'd messed around with Jenn only a few hours earlier and already felt the need to unwind again.
Her hair was damp at the roots but her long curls as bouncy and cheerful as she felt fatigued.
She felt his body heat from the short distance between them and recognized his scent from the sheets.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy.
Dusty felt the slow change in the air around him and tensed.
Her beautiful eyes no longer sparkled, and he was surprised to find he felt the absence of her warmth and liveliness.
She felt the sudden urge to join Sunny under the bed.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.
He felt the rise and fall of each breath and was inches from the slightly parted full lips just begging for a kiss.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
She didn't complain, but he felt her disappointment.
For the second time in as many days, he almost felt bad.
I'm so sorry, but with my gift, I felt you had some sort of pain, maybe you lost someone once, long ago?
I felt it in Jonny when our father-- " "No."
She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.
It managed to calm the sense of urgency he always felt.
For the first time in his life, he felt like running away from something.
He already felt the loss of her calm energy, but he had no idea what to do about it.
She felt ill the moment the words left her mouth.
She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
She withdrew, and he felt the loss of her presence like the sun going behind a cloud.
She didn't doubt it and felt somewhat satisfied her brother at least knew there would be consequences to any stupidity.
She felt wired, her emotions in turmoil.
Talon appeared as baffled as Bianca felt.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
Dusty felt cold inside.
Dusty's jaw clenched until he felt the muscles tick.
He felt fury at the mention of Darian's name mixed with resignation.
Darian felt like he was walking through a dream.
He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.
He felt compelled towards them, as if whatever it was he was supposed to do had to be done with one in front of him.
He felt panic bubble within him as he looked around.
They'd been there what felt like a day, and yet the sun was in the same position as when they'd been thrown into the world.
He felt the loss already, a pain similar to the loss of his sister so many years ago.
If she didn't know better, she'd say whatever the poison was, it felt like what lingered in Jonny's body.
She felt another drain as he took another swig of her power, and coldness, then silence.
He'd stopped draining her healing power, and she felt a change in his body.
She felt Jonny's intent gaze on her as he knelt.
He felt completely depleted of his power, the sense of being fully human again returning.
Kinda felt like our power short-circuited.
His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.
Damn that felt good!
Jule felt the creature's presence disappear and dwelled on the odd arrangement.
She'd always felt comfortable around him.
Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.
Again he felt more was going on than the damn Watcher let on.
She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.
She couldn't describe the sense any other way, just like she couldn't determine why she still felt the connection to his soul.
She still felt him.
She still felt the man named Jule, and he was here.
It now felt like it had when she was in the alley: as if he were standing beside her.
She walked the length of the wing and felt the feeling fade a little.
She felt the truth in his words, perhaps because their souls had touched when they first met the day before.
Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
She'd felt safe with him, a sense she found only alone in her room.
She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.
Yet, he felt her death was not the answer.
He'd never heard of anything like this happening, but he felt her within the house.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
For the first time in thousands of years, he remembered what real pain felt like.
She felt he was weakening with the same strange sense that told her where he was.
He focused on it, trying to recall why he felt he should recognize the vamp.
She didn't know what he was, only that the ebb and flow of magic and energy between them felt … natural.
"I've never felt anything before you," she said.
She tried to regain her composure, unable to compare the brief experience with Jule to anything else she'd ever felt.
She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.
There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.
His piercing gaze went to her, and she felt compelled to answer him.
She felt even colder.
She suddenly felt more alone than ever and rubbed her stinging cheek.
She shook her head, recalling what she'd felt when she touched Jule.
Instead, she felt a tingle in her thoughts and nothing else.
His gaze was hard, and she felt him flex his power again.
I touched her so she could show me where you were, and I felt what she can do, Darian said.
Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.
Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.
Everyone within a hundred miles felt what you did.
What was your first thought when you felt the power surge?
The closer she got, the stronger she felt him.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
While only three feet apart, the space felt immeasurable.
He felt her turmoil through their bond and ached to ease her pain.
The first thing she felt was the bond to Jule, who was in the next room.
Without touching him, she still felt the ebb and flow of energy.
Their bond felt permanent, and she had no idea what to do about it.
She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.
Jule felt the sudden loss of the connection between Yully and him like the heat going out on a cold winter night.
For the first time in her life, she felt her magic was a gift and not a curse.
Confused, she paused at the back door and felt the telltale energy patterns of the newly dead.
Something blocked the storm and sun sources she'd felt, but the others flowed to her freely.
She felt Jule's presence without seeing him.
The power within him stabilized and filled him until he felt ready to explode.
For the first time since he began his sick games, Jenn felt genuine fear trickle through her.
In that moment, she almost felt a human connection to the creature with the red eyes.
While she didn't quite know where she was, she felt a sense of belonging.
Her legs felt weak, and she sat heavily on the curb, struggling to control her breathing so she didn't pass out.
She soon felt relaxed and drowsy.
She'd been drinking fruit punch when she felt drowsy.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt halfway decent.
Her heart raced to the point of pain, and she felt sick enough to puke.
The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do with her.
She felt it circle her, prod her, and retreat.
In fact, she felt no pain at all, anywhere.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
Not sure what to make of her or what he felt, he led Han out and closed the door.
He felt it in his bones, just as he'd felt a soul-deep connection to her the moment he'd touched her.
Damian felt the unusual urge to look in on her again, to feel her soft skin against him once more and make sure she was safe.
She felt like she stood at the door of a plane fifteen thousand feet in the air getting ready to skydive, only she didn't remember packing a parachute.
She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!
They gazed at each other until she felt red creep up her neck.
He felt Dusty's thoughtful gaze on him and looked up from strapping a gun to his ankle.
He felt Dusty's gaze on him before it went to the still woman.
He felt fear again, an emotion he hated.
He felt the flicker of a pulse and prayed it was enough.
Dusty felt for her pulse before resting against the cabinets opposite him.
He felt like home.
He felt like a piece of heaven!
Sofia fled to her room, amazed at how good she felt.
She was no longer hungry, and she felt energized, fulfilled.
She felt like the morning after a drunk, one night stand.
Tears began to spill again, and she began to understand how Darian felt, utterly alone and abandoned in the corner of her mind.
He felt the Watcher's presence disappear as he entered the mansion.
He appeared relieved, and she felt guilty.
His lips brushed hers, and she felt something within her melt at the simple touch.
His hand shifted to her hip, and he felt the absence of her warmth to the bone.
It was getting harder and harder to deny what she felt toward him.
Her face felt warm at the look both gave her.
She felt Damian's gaze on her as they walked away.
She had greeted ten men and two women before she felt the first flash of cold.
As each course came and went, she felt another piece of her die.
She wondered if the dead man in her head, Darian, felt this way when he cried.
His tone was genuinely questioning, and she felt grateful that he was giving her the choice to opt out.
She met Dustin's gaze, sensing he felt the same pain she did.
"I'm ready," she said with more confidence than she felt.
For the first time in his life, he felt helpless to help the small form of the woman before him.
She felt Linda's gaze.
While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.
In truth, it was the one place in the house where she felt safe and comfortable when she wasn't with Damian.
Sofia felt Rainy's hard gaze but avoided his heated look.
She felt more compelled to him now than ever before.
She'd never felt pain like his!
"Good thing I felt hungry tonight," she said.
She'd never felt a surrender like his.
He felt both spent and wired, his head too full of memories to control.
He rubbed his face, his fingers slowing as he felt his scars.
She didn't know what she felt toward him.
Like the assassin who obsessed about birthdays and clothing, there were two sides to the man before her: the warm, friendly stranger with whom she'd felt so comfortable she confided to him over the phone without knowing anything about him, and the tattooed thug before them in snug biker leathers.
He felt her deep confusion of the world around her and marveled again at how selfless she still managed to be.
It'd been only a week and a half since she ventured into this new world, but she felt strangely exposed without Pierre with her.
She felt Ving's gaze on her as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.
Every step he took brought more memories of people and places he felt to his core he knew – but couldn't recognize.
He snatched her as she passed, but not before she heard a shot and felt fire burn through her.
She felt his fear and squeezed her eyes closed, the man in her arms colliding with the man hiding in the corner of her mind.
She didn't recognize the voice in her mind and felt the presence of someone—or something—beside her.
She hadn't felt like she belonged in this world until she'd seen what good she could do.
He hadn't yet reconciled how he felt about seeing his brother alive and in so much pain.
She felt her own tears spill over at the depth of his pain.
It was the same thrum she felt with Gabriel, after she'd been claimed as his mate.
She felt overheated already, like she did when she was starting to get a cold.
She almost felt as if she was … drugged?
His nearness rattled her senses in a way that reminded her of how she felt around Gabriel.
The Dark One felt like a man.
He felt too real.
It wasn't anger she felt towards him but … hunger.
Was what she felt for Gabriel nothing more than destiny and Immortal laws she knew nothing about?
This was too similar to what she physically felt towards Gabriel to be anything other than the Immortal bond that branded Darkyn's name across her shoulders.
Touching him felt too natural.
Except, when he touched her, it felt real again.
Deidre felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
No part of it felt unnatural.
Fevered and shivering, she felt too weak and hungry to focus well, but the shape of the black hourglass was unmistakable.
Her head hurt, and she felt grimy from the night sweats.
Was any of what she felt real?
No part of his stance or piercing look was welcoming and yet, she felt the urge to cross to him.
She'd felt it last night, too, before … before the fever dream about them having sex.
She touched her mouth and felt the canines at the mention of transforming her.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.
It might have felt like a dream, but I can assure you it was not, he said, smiling.
She felt a drop of warmth and instinctively licked it.
She touched his neck with trembling hands and felt his pulse.
Deidre felt the wetness of her tears.
Deidre felt no pity for him, despite the circumstances.
She felt compelled to go there.
At least, if she saw him, she could determine which parts of what she felt were real and which stemmed from the bond.
After the initial shock, she felt the pleasure, warm and hot, burning and mixing with the pain.
Deidre looked around, struck by how different the place she lived for two years felt.
Now, she felt out of place, like she was sitting in a display at a furniture store.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
This felt like another of his tests or maybe, his way of closing another door.
This time, she felt his fangs pierce her neck and jerked.
Still, she felt a sense of loss.
His features remained stoic, but she felt his concern.
Deidre never felt she belonged in the mortal or Immortal worlds, because she didn't.
Deidre's heart felt like it was breaking.
It had nothing to do with you or how I felt.
There were days when you hated the fact you did love her, and there were days when she almost walked away from you for good, because she hated that she couldn't control how she felt, Deidre continued.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
She felt too bad for the former goddess to walk away.
What she started to feel for Gabriel had been real; what she felt for Darkyn was real.
Deidre heard the pain in Past-Death's voice and felt sorry for her.
As she stared out at the deserts of Hell, she figured out what she felt.
After a moment, she felt him place her on the bed.
This time, they felt true.
She'd felt that level of desperation before and didn't wish it upon the woman meant to be with Gabriel.
"I felt it," she said.
She felt his gaze on her but couldn't see him in the dim lighting of the room.
Deidre felt tears on her cheeks once more.
Her face felt hot at his nonchalance.
It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before and I was humiliated beyond belief.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
Dean felt satisfaction that his wife's dark mood had improved, but Martha's departure remained on her mind.
He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.
Mr. Dean wished he felt a modicum of confidence in himself as the three drifted off to sleep—David and Cynthia Dean, with SB, the Bird Song owl, snuggled next to them.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
Dean felt compelled to do something even if he didn't know what.
Dean felt as if he might be getting somewhere, at least in identifying Martha's bones.
Dean felt a pang of sympathy—a child herself about to bring a life into the world.