6 Of Cups As Feelings Novels & Stories

Gimme back my money Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets Stop calling me your bunny I won't hop and you don't own me Do you? I bet you think you do, well, you don't After feeling everything at once , my heart goes numb. I feel emotionless , like there is no use in feeling anymore. I outstretch my arm , my fingertips come into contact with the showers knob. I feel the heat from it’s knob burn my hands , and I slowly start to turn it. I feel nothing – or rather I feel the heat but do not worry about the pain I feel. I feel the water’s pressure decreases a bit , and slowly the water turns starts cooling down. After closing the cold water

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."

And when I was beginning to feel good, Jared would abruptly finish, leaving me feeling unsatisfied. I really don't know how Cupid is able to make me feel good from start to finish. And, even now, when I thought that we were already finished, he would pound into me once again, repeating the cycle of pleasure over and over again. Damn. This is bad. This feeling, whatever this was, felt like an addiction. Cupid is addicting.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

I feel a sharp pain from my lips to my chest with an aftertaste of sadness. “Sly,” I gasp as I bend over, grasping my knees and gasping for air. What is this pain? Looking down at my hands, they spark and sizzle. Taking deep breaths, I try to calm them but it's of little use. My new powers seem to rise during times when I am feeling strongly about something--love, hate, joy, and sadness. Folding my arms, I do my best to hide them but I am sure a few people passing by must have seen a stray spark or two.

CYRUS I recognized sexual energy anywhere. After all, it was the fastest way I could build up my strength. It was my daily bread and what I considered food. There were other means of lust, but humans had long termed sexual acts as forbidden and so whenever they acted on it, lust jubilated and made merry. They've always tasted the same in different ways. Like colours but red, pink, or purple. Nothing out of the ordinary. Now why did this feel like I was having a whole feast? It wasn't just colours, it was something else; a whole rainbow, an upgrade, like I consumed a thousand souls.

Six is fucking with my head. When Monday rolls around, I’m still thinking about fingering Six in the bathroom. I worry that she’s going to become one of those girls who gets all needy and annoying after I’ve shown them attention. I decide to skip Calculus because I’m really just not in the mood to deal with that.

Destiny's POV LOVE. LUST. OBSESSION. INFATUATION. As time passed it was harder for me to tell the difference, well that was until it came to an end, an end that now seemed inevitable for all my romantic relationships. The moment we drifted things became clear, feelings defined themselves, and the nature of what I really felt came out of hiding, it was as if the loss of constant communication and intimate moments suppressed my heart enough for my logic to step in and reveal that I at the age of 28 had never felt actual LOVE, but I have felt LUST, I have been OBSESSED, I have been INFATUATED.

Am I exaggerating? I get thirsty after about twenty minutes have passed and so I go over to the refreshments and grab myself a cup. I feel it with cool water and drink it all down, one sip at a time. I’m starting to feel this nervous feeling because when I look into the bond for him, I don’t feel him. He’s not angry or sad or anything that would be strong enough to be communicated down the bond. He’s just…gone.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you had feelings for the girl.” Six’s gaze narrowed. “But you do know me, or at least what I am.” “One of the true sociopaths of our little ragtag group.” “You aren’t one?” I asked. I’d assumed they were all a variety of psychotic. “Oh no, darling, I am. Six here just happens to be one of the most emotionless of us all. A great actor if he was able to woo you before he abducted you.” The cadence of his voice was almost lyrical. Smooth and transitioning, an almost feminine quality. Much different from Six’s monotone, masculine one, and somewhat out of place for a killer.