Feels Stories Novels & Stories

All I needed to be pumped at the start of the day was to have my coffee on the table beside me and then a book in my warm hands— there wasn't much I would pick over this. Another thing I found ineffable was the effect good stories had on me. I couldn't emphasize just how good stories made me feel. I loved the way I could get lost in stories and not be bothered at all. More than just a way to escape, I saw it as a journey. Yes, a journey. A journey into the lives of characters that I often understood more than even they themselves. It was quite stimulating to be able to move through each phase of fictional characters' lives; experiencing every moment with them.

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

In the quiet of the night, she felt a deep connection to the stories she had written, the tales that wove a tapestry of love, imagination, and shared dreams between her and Theo. Lost in the reverie of memories and reflections, Mama Hazel felt a profound gratitude for the gift of storytelling. The stories she shared with Theo were not just words on a page; they were a bridge to a world where their hearts intertwined, their imaginations soared, and their bond deepened with each whispered tale and quiet moment shared.

It felt so soft, like cotton. He returned to devouring my body. I felt a tingling sensation build at my core, growing stronger with each movement. “Your Majesty,” I moaned out, my voice unsteady. I felt like I was going to explode. He increased his pace and continued until I couldn’t hold on anymore. I moaned his name as the sensation overtook me, my body tightening before releasing all at once. His mouth and tongue never wavered as I came; I felt him drinking up the liquid that left me.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

His face and skin slightly flushed from the touch of warm water to his body. With the same stoic expression, he entered his his room, while Emma quickly held her breath behind the curtain. Brian removed his towel and stood naked in front of his closet, reached out his right hand for a small white towel and was about to dry his hair, when he felt a movement from behind. Before he could turn around, two arms snaked around his waist tightly, while two warm soft perky breasts pressed to his back. The touch of two soft nimble hands and the perky breasts pressed to Brian's back, made his whole body shuddered involuntarily. He felt his blood started to boil and nearly had a nose bleed. He started t

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

“Sometimes people cannot say how they feel, but they can see themselves in a story.” The woman nodded slightly. I continued. “Stories also give people hope. When someone reads about a character who struggles and still survives, it reminds them that their own struggles might not be the end.” The third interviewer leaned forward. “So you believe stories change lives?” “Yes,” I answered softly. “I believe they do.” The man flipped through another page. “If we hire you here as a junior content writer, what kind of stories would you want to write?” My heart steadied. “The kind that make people feel something,” I said. “Stories that stay with them even after they close the book.”