6 Of Cups Feelings Novels & Stories

“Try this one!” This was the fifth—no, sixth—cup I’d sampled, and each one was better than the last. Of course, I wanted Caius to try them as well. Evangeline bounced at my side, completely oblivious to Knight watching her like a hawk. Caius accepted the cup from my hand, as he did with all the others, his fingers brushing mine in a way that sent butterflies scattering throughout my lower belly. He didn’t look away as he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

Or, the most terrifying thought of all: Did he not feel the same way? "Fuck!" I groaned loudly. In a fit of frustrated rage, I smacked a pillow across the room. It hit a vase, which shook but didn’t fall. I wished it had shattered. Breaking something, anything, would have felt good, a release for the furious energy coiling inside me.

This realm could use some love, care and life. "What does love feel like?" Briva asked me with interest. I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it again. I felt the eyes of Briva and Ren on me. And also the burning gaze of Adrian in my back, which made me uncomfortable. "I have never been in love. But it has been expressed as euphoric and feeling at home at the same time. A sort of calmness but a rush all in one." I explained. I looked down at Dracula. He walked with steady paces forward. His breathing was light and he seemed alert to his surroundings. Did he even feel me on his back?

What I feel. It only took three meetings, but I feel too much. Too much excitement. Too much joy. Too much lust. That need to be near someone and know everything about them. It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and I am desperate to grasp it as long as possible. The air inside the car right now is actually crackling as if I'm creating my own static. I hope to god River doesn't notice because there is no other explanation for the electricity emanating from me other than the truth.

Aurora’s POV Fear, excitement, and a strange sense of anticipation intertwine, creating a potent cocktail of sensations that leaves me feeling dizzy and disoriented. But even as my protests slip through my lips, my heart starts to thump wildly, and a new pulse I've never felt before pounds behind my clit. In a sick, twisted way, the idea excites me, igniting a fire within that I can't seem to quell. It's as though a primal instinct has been awakened, urging me to surrender to his will.

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.

The air in the room suddenly felt incredibly thick, charged with an unspoken tension that made my skin prickle. Gianna reached into her purse and pulled out a stack of red plastic cups, passing one directly to me. Owen stepped up, his large hand brushing against mine as he tipped the bottle and poured the dark red liquid into my cup. I looked up, meeting his gaze, and felt my heart completely racing with heavy, undeniable anticipation.

Vanessa’s POV Fear, excitement, and a strange sense of anticipation intertwine, creating a potent cocktail of sensations that leaves me dizzy and disoriented. Even as my protests slip through my lips, my heart starts to thump wildly, and a new pulse I've never felt before pounds behind my clit. In a twisted way, the idea excites me, igniting a fire within that I can't seem to quell. It's as though a primal instinct has been awakened, urging me to surrender to his will.

"Oh stop it; you're not a goody two shoe either." Reina was right. I wasn't a goody two shoe either. "Do you still think about him?" she asked curiously. I nodded my head, sadness making its way to my face. "It was just a one night stand, but it felt so good and so right. It's been six years and I still. I still can feel his touch. Is that weird?" I asked sadly, staring at my hands. My heart felt once again empty. Every time I think about it I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I slowly took steps to grab the clothes, when my hands grasp around his, causing me to feel this tingling sensation around my abdomen, I immediately refrain and apologize to him, leaving his presence. Writer Andrew stood there, unfazed by what happened. He couldn't also deny that he felt something after Maxwell's hands had grasped his. His hands were still in the same position, stretched staring at nothing but trying to contain the number of emotions he felt right now. On the other hand, Maxwell kicked himself up into the room where Andrew had shown him earlier to change. He couldn't breathe normally as his breathing hitched. He held his chest as he wondered why it was beating faster than us