Feel The Way You Feel Novels & Stories

She felt so good about what he was doing so she just let him think that she was Max just for tonight. "Ahhhh!", she moans when she felt Asher's hands groping around her breast. She felt her nipples hardened with the sensation he brought especially the sensational kiss he made at her back. He was hungry for her. " Fuck!", she screams in passion and ecstasy when Asher started massaging her breast.

The word felt strangely distant to Camila. Ever since everything had happened at home, all the so-called friends she once had had disappeared one by one. Since then, she had never truly believed in friendship again. For Liam, Camila didn’t dislike him, but she wasn’t anywhere near the point of trusting him. “No. Thanks for being nice, but I still prefer walking alone.” Her rejection was direct and clean. The moment she said it, Camila quickened her pace, clearly trying to leave him behind. Liam stopped for a second and watched her back.

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

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.

I flashed Mikey a sly smile and picked up one of the bottles. Instead of drinking it myself, I walked over to him. Then, I straddled his lap with a playful expression and murmured, "There are two ways to drink." Mikey sat still, watching me with growing interest. "One way is seduction," I purred as I pulled open his collar and slowly poured the liquor down inside. The alcohol soaked his shirt, gradually releasing a strange, intoxicating fragrance.

He was about to say something else when a voice suddenly called his name from the other end. "Josh!" "Coming." The call ended after that. I closed my red eyes for a moment before opening them. Then, I followed the priest to begin the prayer service. The priest and church members sang hymns as I sang with them. For the first time in a long while, I felt at peace. It was as if I could hear my mother's final words again. "I can't stay with you anymore, but at least Josh is with you. That puts my mind at ease. Take care of yourself."

He spoked. “Listen, Ryan. It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes. If you’re feeling a little lost at the moment then it’s fine because we are humans. We can’t stay in one state of emotion for a long time but it’s better to extract yourself out of that and keep yourself busy with the things that interest you. It’s also not healthy to depend on some person to feel happy and alive. You have to find a way to do it on your own so no matter what happens, you can channel good vibes from that thing.” I tried my best to make him understand that. “Yeah… I’m working on it.” He spoke in a whisper.

I had a feeling I knew where Camila was going with this conversation. "So, Cam, what do you want to discuss? Is everything in order?" Zoey enquired. "Oh, yeah... So... uh..." Camila can't even find her tongue. Shit! Camila is probably going to confess! That was something I had forgotten about. Shite! What should I do? Do I let Camila express her emotions to Zoey? What if Zoey feels the same way? But what about me? You? Yes, it's me! Zoey is not yours. You didn't agree on anything, and you didn't have a label.

I say and he looks disappointed but nods. "Do you love me? In your own way?" "I do. I care about you and I enjoy making you feel good so I assume that's how I love. But I don't know," I say and Mason thinks for a moment. "Why don't you tap me three times when you think you're feeling it. It can be anytime just give me three little taps," he says and demonstrates with three gentle taps on my leg. "I'll do that. You can tell me you love me again, I won't freak out," I say and he looks up at me. I look down to him and gently kiss his lips which makes him blush.

She said to me and I can't help but to pout at her. "Don't tell my mom. I just hate it when someone told a person that they are not beautiful. What gives them the right?" I reasons out. "Yeah but everyone is entitled to their opinion cuz. It's not like it bothers me!" "Hahaha.. not bothers you? You cally yourself not beautiful. And tell me is it good?" I asked her. "Cuz I am just accepted the fact nothing more!" She said and I can't help but to feel pity of her. Whoever said that to my cousin will suffer from me. I will make way to find out about it. And they will pay for the price for giving my cousin a low self esteem! 🤬🤬🤬