Feels Book Novels & Stories

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

"Feel what?" I look at Aunt Merle, and her eyes reveal she knows. "The book," she murmurs. "It's calling to you." My heart races. "But how? It's not even here." She rests a hand on my shoulder, looking serious. "You were born tied to it. And now that you're searching for it, it's reaching back." I feel a cold shiver. I press my hand to my chest, fighting the unease within me. I can't tell what's worse: feeling the book's absence or realizing it feels me too.

"You felt it?" "Yes, dad. It is like this book knows I am touching it and is reciprocating my feelings." "How does it feel?" Her dad asked with a soft look of curiosity. "It feels like it is happy..." Rory said with wonder in her voice. This was strange, everything was strange here. "Sometimes... when a book doesn't want to be touched, it will give you a feeling of absolute anger and disregard. When the book accepts you, you will feel it, too." "Emotions from books?"

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“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

"If you have any recommendation so I'll take them I just need to rethink everything else and reef figure myself out because I had configured myself to be what my ex wanted me to be and I need to uninstall what I configured and what was installed and downloaded it so that I can function properly like my own person and not somebody that somebody wanted to know should be the person that they want them to be so I need to find my independence again." " You've always been good at what you do from what I read I went through some of your articles and do you have a way of bringing the experience to the people that are reading your articles and I actually enjoy reading your articles but if you ask me

It is a soft, rhythmic pulsing. "It feels like a tiny shock," I murmur. "Like those low-voltage fences." "I have no idea what a shock fence feels like, Alanza." I shake my head, my brow furrowed. "No, it is different. It is like..." The words escape me. The tingling gets stronger, traveling from my hand up to my collarbone. My heart starts to race, thudding against my ribs. I feel a weird magnetic pull, as if the book is trying to anchor itself to my soul. I close my eyes and breathe, trying to track the feeling to its source.

It shimmered faintly, even though the light in the library was dim. I reached for the book slowly. My hands were shaking a little, and my heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. When I touched the book, I pulled back for a second—it felt cold. Not just cold like it had been sitting in the shadows, but cold like ice, like it didn’t belong here. Still, I picked it up. It was heavier than I expected. And the second I held it close to my chest, something in me shifted. Like my body recognized it before my mind did. I brushed my fingers over the silver moon, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

even after having sex, the feeling that I have received is not as great as that I felt when Amy touched me *** Hello readers. Good evening. Hope your Saturday is moving on well. Thanks for the support . continue reading my book please. Make your comments and I will write to you back. Asah-nancy

I just realized Oh my God, this is my room! I took my hand over my mouth with a shocked expression on my face. Two Hours Later... “Done, I love that book. I can read a thousand times and not get tired of it.” I said no partially. Okay, Avery, I started reading a book called Fear Me” Oh, boy I can feel my insides tingle when I open the book. Three More Hours Later...