Fealt Or Felt Novels & Stories

“What did it feel like to you?” She took a deep breath, “Like your body and mine were connected. I felt my climax building, but when your fangs broke my skin, I could feel yours too.” “Did it hurt?” I silently prayed to the goddess that it didn’t. I never wanted to hurt Felicity. She lifted her head off of my shoulder, “That was the most amazing feeling in the entire world. There is nothing that I could describe to compare it to. It was more intense than when you marked me.”

And for the first time, the uncontained felt less like danger. It felt like power.

Or at least, that's what I'd thought love was supposed to feel like. I'd never felt anything remotely like that with Felix. Felix was kind and attentive in the way that made you feel like he was checking a box. Sitting across from him at a table meant nothing. He could have been anyone. I could have been anyone. We were just two polite people filling space in an evening. Callum was the same. A good man, genuinely interested in me, but when I looked at him there was just... nothing. No spark. No feeling of being seen. He wanted to build something, but I wasn't the specific thing he wanted—I was just the available option.

It feels like recognition. It feels like fate.

I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU I felt down My heart almost throbbing out of place My imagination going wide I feel my emotions disheveled My emotions trying to balance This weird feeling haunting me I keep praying vehemently I felt so low Happy at myself Disappointed with my feelings The feelings that refused to go away I feel so hopeless I need someone to trust with this secret Can I find one? I will keep waiting Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself To keep this feeling at bay I pray in my heart To tell the right person

I frowned and slowly moved both of my hands over his skin, feeling confused as to why I could feel him and not James. Recognizing the feeling of weight, warmth and pressure is one thing, but to be able to feel the smoothness of his skin against my fingertips was a sensation I thought I was not able to experience anymore. I blushed hotly and quickly pulled my hands back with a sound of surprise as he shifted and his muscles contracted under my touch.

"It's like I could feel what they were thinking. Their emotions and their fear." I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. "Feel their emotions?" "Like taste. Marcus's worry tasted like copper. Jordan's anger felt like electricity. Everyone's fear was pressing against my skull like a weight." What the fuck was she talking about? Feeling emotions like physical sensations? "Calla, that's not... that's not how emotions work." "I know that!" The words came out sharper than she intended. "I know it doesn't make sense. But it's happening anyway."

He just waited. “I can feel them,” I said. The words felt wrong in my mouth. Too heavy. “Not physically.” A breath. “But… present.” “Who,” Rex asked. I didn’t answer right away. Because I wasn’t sure. “Not all of them are the same.” That was true. Some felt sharp. Cold. Calculating. Others were distant, like stars watching. And one , One felt different. Closer and Aware. My breath hitched. Rex noticed instantly. “What.”

Kael was about to argue— Then he felt it. Faint. Barely there. Like a thread brushing against his thoughts. He stilled. “…I feel something,” he admitted. Lucien’s voice was low. “So do I.” Kael closed his eyes, concentrating. The sensation grew clearer—not overwhelming, not invasive, but present. Like standing close enough to someone to feel their warmth… without touching them. And beneath that— Something sharper. Emotion. Not his. Kael’s eyes snapped open. “…You’re—” he stopped.

“I didn’t ask what I was doing, I asked what you are feeling” “I feel a warming sensation that builds up until it burns, but the burning is pleasant” “Perfect. Now bear with me. Listen closely. What do you feel?” “Nothing” “You are not listening, so you are not feeling. You heard the fire’s calling, so you felt the warmth. Listen.” “I feel… ticklish. Just the tip of my fingers, but I feel it. It’s like the feeling you get when your head doesn’t realize you are drunk, but your body does.”