Feel-good Story Novels & Stories

" So am I buddy. Talk to me. " "How do you stop feeling?" " You can't . " " I wish I could." " You can't feel the good without the bad ." " I slept with Lea . " She took a deep breath and looked at Dante calmy . " Aiden's ex who's now pregnant with Aiden's father's baby. " " Yes . " " Oh my word ." ©#KCMmuoe

Jaxon For as long as I could remember, I have always underrated fictional movies and books, but this right here changed my opinion about it. It's been stated that a kiss with someone you feel connected to, makes you feel like you are floating in the air. Like you were on top of the world. Fireworks, goosebumps, and butterflies. They erupted in the pit of my stomach, blowing up and wreaking havoc in me from within.

Right now work is his priority so I shouldn't have bothered him with small insignificant things. I wish I could have a friend over to cheer me up a little. Cole could make me smile right now. Lacey would give me one if her gentle hugs and threaten to key Master's car. Vincent wouldn't know how to cheer me up but he'd try his best, he's really adorable. I could use a hug from Marcus right now, he's comforting and knows how to make people feel better.

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, AuraObsidian

She looks at me as if asking what the hell I'm talking about. "That friendly gesture with that girl!" I stated. "What? Is it bad to be good?" she asked back. "Haha! No, it is not, It's just not like you" "Lol! I think Rox is kind! We can befriend her!" "Don't know! As you've said, she's kind so we're complete opposite" I saw her shake her head at what I said. I just shrugged. The great Black approaches someone and treats her nicely. I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black.

And here it ended with happiness. Present Time "The end." I closed my book. I looked up and I saw tears of joy in almost all of my listeners. "That was such a nice story, Miss Neha Nayak. This was such a beautiful story it will always have a soft spot in my heart." The owner of the organizer congratulated me. "Thank you, Miss Carolina." Then we hugged.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

"Here goes..." And with that, she launched into another hilarious story, one that had me laughing out loud and feeling more and more connected to her. As Sophia continued to tell her story, I found myself becoming more and more entranced by her. Her words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing and calming. I felt my tension and anxiety melting away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and ease.

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

We were a unit, a perfectly balanced equation that seemed destined to solve for happiness. The world felt vibrant, painted in brighter colors, and I was no longer the quiet observer on the sidelines. I was a participant, a protagonist in a love story that felt too good to be true. I’d lie awake at night, replaying our conversations, cherishing the feeling of his hand in mine, the echo of his laughter. I felt a profound sense of gratitude, a deep well of happiness that threatened to overflow. This was it, I’d tell myself, this is what love feels like. This is what forever looks like.