Fealt Or Felt Novels & Stories

Chris asked but didn't get an answer. "Christal!" Chris called out but Bella didn't respond. She was so lost in thought of Chris that she didn't know he was calling her Chris tapped her. "Christabella!" He called out again bringing her out of her fantasy "Oh yeah! What was that?" Bella asked feeling embarrassed. "I was asking if your leg still hurt?" Chris asked concerned. Bella tapped her feet on the floor but didn't feel sharp pain like she felt few minutes ago. "Yeah. I think its fine now. Thank you" Bella replied with a smile.

The stretching yank of my insides pulls me from deep sleep. A sensation akin to the fibers of my muscles and tendons being pulled taught as if strings on a violin or guitar. It's the most painful and soothing sensation, all at once, that I've ever felt. I don't know what it is, or how to identify it. I've never felt anything quite like this, even shifting into the wolf feels nothing like this. Although the comfort of remembering exactly how that feels is slowly fading with time. This is something I can't describe, like instead of my body shredding apart and reknitting, it's being reinforced and bonded stronger.

That should have felt like something other than what it felt like. It felt like relief.

but felt it anyway. “You remember how it felt,” he said. “not what it looked like.” The presence reacted. sharp. because that didn’t align. didn’t resolve. “You rely on subjective interpretation,” it said. “subjective data is unreliable.” “good,” I said. The word came out stronger. gecause that was the point. because what I felt wasn’t something it could rewrite. not fully. not cleanly. because it wasn’t fixed. It wasn’t defined. It was mine. the memory shifted again. trying to change. trying to flatten. trying to lose meaning. but this time it didn’t hold. because I wasn’t holding onto the image. I was holding onto the feeling.

The grip wasn’t as gentle as always but I shrugged it off. “I can only imagine how beautiful this place would be.” I mumbled closing my eyes and trying to get comfortable in his arms but I couldn’t. There was something different. “Flowers look beautiful right? I guessed that because a thing with so tempting scent can only be beautiful” I mumbled. He placed his chin on my shoulder. Something was wrong. I wasn’t feeling safe in his arms. I didn’t feel the warmth I always felt in his touch. There was a complete distress in me. My soul wasn’t satisfied with the touch. It was disturbed.

Jerrald did that several times with his lips already actively torturing her neck and the tops of her breasts in turn. Feli screamed again as she felt something about to explode in her core. This time Feli screamed Jerrald's name, of course with the signature curse that she had pinned to the last name of the man above her. Her body flailed violently as the liquid pleasure oozed out from down there. Her breath came in gasps. For a moment, Feli felt her body floating. Her mind went nowhere. Is this what is called real pleasure? God, Feli couldn't even say how it felt. Only the word ‘fantastic’ could describe what she was feeling right now.

POV: Lucia | Shelter, then London streets I feel Finn go scared at nine fourteen, which is not a time I know from a clock but from the specific quality of the feeling arriving in the middle of something else, which is Isla checking my arm for new manifestations from yesterday's wolf-ears-and-fangs event, and the scared feeling has a quality that is different from my own scared feeling, which is how I know it is Finn's, the specific other quality of it, the fact that it is coming from outside me rather than from inside me. I have been feeling Finn since the first day he arrived, which I have not told anyone because I did not have language for it until the past few days, and the language I hav

just this once" have I heard from you since we've known each other?" "Aish. I smell stinginess here," she mumbled. "I heard that," I said, jumbling her hair. "What? Don't do that," she grumbled, trying to avoid what I was doing to her hair, but she couldn't because I was wrapping my other arm around her shoulder. "The sight was so sweet that I think I'm going to puke." Then I heard that familiar, bitter voice. "They're shameless, doing public affection inside the school grounds," said the other irritated person.

Releasing her bite she licked the wound and marveled at the connection she was feeling. "Is this what it's supposed to feel like," she mumbled in confused excitement. Faelon sealed his bite and turned to gaze at her. He was grinning and sighed, "Yes." Narrowing her eyes, she studied him closely. "Why are you feeling confused?" She asked curiously and Faelon curled his lip. "I don't know what love is supposed to feel like," he said sullenly. "Guess I will have to teach you what love truly is," she giggled and pecked his frown.

Som‍ething th​at felt t‍o‍o much like be⁠l⁠onging. Then​ I felt​ it. A burning. S‍ta‍rting whe‌re his skin touched mine. Sprea​ding outward. Ho‌t. To⁠o ho​t. "Caelan—" "I‍ f‌eel it too." T‌he burn​ing int‍e​n‌sified. Not painful but wrong. Like so‍mething wa⁠s changing.‍ Moving under m​y skin.