Feels Book Novels & Stories

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

But all I can feel is a sense of emptiness, a longing for Hugh that seems forever out of reach. Turning my attention to the comment section of the book, I find positive feedback that fills the page, not even a single negative feedback . Words of encouragement and praise from readers who have been touched by my story, who have found hope and inspiration in my actions. It’s a stark contrast to the criticism and doubt I had faced when I first embarked on my journey in Bonded II. But even amidst the sea of positivity, I can't shake the gnawing ache in my chest.

I look at her from the corner of my eyes, her lifeless form singing away. Is that what losing a soulmate does to someone? Something heavy settles in the pit of my stomach. A current goes through my hand. I jump, back away from the bookshelf, where my fingers were skimming overbooks. “If the bird won’t sing, Mama will buy you a ring~” I reach out to touch the books again. Was that just my imagination— Another current goes through me. Not painful, but rather, a dull vibration. I pull the book out, a small, worn diary. It’s bound with leather, and the pages have yellowed with time. It’s feel like a living thing in my hands, warm and alive.

Leo’s POV Have you ever felt the kind of fear that steals the breath from your lungs and makes the blood in your veins run cold? That is the sensation I that best describes how I am feeling watching Nova immediately after she touched those books. Her eyes snapped shit and her head flew back as she raised several feet in the air.

One of the first things life taught me was how to read a room. Making people happy was kind of my thing. After saying goodbye to General Ironhart, I headed off to see his mother, feeling completely confident. [Can't understand Naomi's logic. Everyone else fights monsters with strategy. Why is she trying to emotionally adopt them?] [Is she trying to dump her bad luck onto the monsters and let them self-destruct?] [...Wait. Is she a witch?] Madam Ironhart was still covered in pins, radiating that quiet, intimidating energy. "What are you here for?"

“Useless! Go away!” “But young master, I have this old book that tests if a girl will like you.” I frowned and turned to Mr. Lewis. “You only have to answer the questionnaire inside the book and the result will come out fast.” “Really? Is there something like that? How can the book determine the feelings of a person?” “Well, the book says, the feelings of a person are based on how you react towards them. How your personality goes along with each other. Just like the zodiac dating test on some random website.”

That's strange. "This book, I can feel it now. It's no ordinary book, there's something very strange, no rather unique about this book. I feel a strong energy radiating from it and it's creating some kind of connection with me. We have to find out what it is, this feeling is so surreal." Tara said and this only got me more excited. I knew there was a reason why I'd picked the book in the first place. "The book doesn't even have a title, are you sure you want to read it? What if it's some really scary horror story that'll cause you to have terrible nightmares after you read it?" Kayden questioned and I threw him a look that depicted. 'Seriously?'

They were going to a fortress where Sasha and her fellow devils wouldn't find them. Phoebe's hands were shaking along with the book in her hand, she tried reading to distract her mind from what she was feeling, but it was impossible. The letters in the book were double to her because of her blurred gaze, her eyes felt weirdly warm and twitchy. Her breath was hot, and she felt weirdly sweaty to the extent that her hands were staining the book with sweat. Soft, heated moans and gasps were escaping her lips, they felt warm as well.

A little whirring sound was heard, and the mysterious book came into view. I couldn't believe it. I had found the book I had been searching for all along. The relief I felt was palpable, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I reached out to grab it, and as soon as my fingers touched the cover, a chill ran down my spine. The book felt cold and heavy in my hands, and I could feel a strange energy emanating from it.

A clearing in the quiet waiting for new seeds to be planted and new forests, valleys, canyons to unfold. She was nauseated. Lightheaded. Clenching her fist, the skin felt heavy, her bones aching. Her temples throbbed. She licked her lips. Swallowed, her mouth dry. Her limbs reluctant to move. It was looking at her, this book. Bleached white and pale, their stories stolen. Their words missing. The covers expensive, smelling not of leather— I don’t know how I could miss it, she’d read. It was so obvious.