Felt Or Fealt Novels & Stories

His lips felt warm against mine; it was tempting. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips in sync with his, and he pulled me closer by the waist. I missed Vexon a lot. It felt like the emptiness of my heart just vanished. I felt myself again. What was this feeling called? Love? ###

Not for myself. "Cold first," Felix says. "Significant cold. Then pressure — not pain, pressure. Then something that is neither cold nor warm but has no other category available." He pauses. "The documented conduits from the original attempts — before the bond was always wrong for the purpose — they described it afterward as carrying weather. The sensation of something large moving through you that does not belong to you but is not harming you either." Kael nods. He has been quiet for most of the preparation hour. Not withdrawn — present, but directed inward, the way he goes when he is gathering himself for something that requires everything he has.

Hearing from him was so different from hearing it from her Mama, and she loved the effect of him on her! She hoped that her saying 'I love you' made him feel things, too. Saying it and feeling it were two different things. Saying 'I love you' was light and made her feel happy and giddy, red too. But feeling it was another thing. It was like her heart constricted seeing Alvaro and thinking about him raises her heart rate and her brain and thoughts turn into mush.

I felt him before I saw him. The bond pulsed in my chest. Warm. Familiar. Kael was close. He was watching. I could feel his eyes on me, steady and soft, like a hand on my skin. It was a feeling I had grown used to. A feeling I had grown to love. A feeling I had grown to need. It was the feeling of being seen. Really seen. For the first time in my life. It was the feeling of being wanted. Really wanted. For the first time in my life. It was the feeling of being loved. Really loved. For the first time in my life. It was the feeling of being home. Really home. For the first time in my life. It was the feeling of being safe. Really safe. For the first time in my life.

A warmth that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I focused on it, cautiously at first. The connection sharpened. A presence stirred, not fully formed, but aware enough to respond. The sensation stole my breath, tears pricking unexpectedly at the corners of my eyes. It’s all right, I thought, unsure whether the thought could reach beyond myself. The warmth steadied, pressing back gently, as though in answer. Kael watched my expression change, concern flickering across his face. “What is it?” “I can feel them,” I whispered. “Not words. Just… feeling.”

Som‍ething th​at felt t‍o‍o much like be⁠l⁠onging. Then​ I felt​ it. A burning. S‍ta‍rting whe‌re his skin touched mine. Sprea​ding outward. Ho‌t. To⁠o ho​t. "Caelan—" "I‍ f‌eel it too." T‌he burn​ing int‍e​n‌sified. Not painful but wrong. Like so‍mething wa⁠s changing.‍ Moving under m​y skin.

"It's like I could feel what they were thinking. Their emotions and their fear." I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. "Feel their emotions?" "Like taste. Marcus's worry tasted like copper. Jordan's anger felt like electricity. Everyone's fear was pressing against my skull like a weight." What the fuck was she talking about? Feeling emotions like physical sensations? "Calla, that's not... that's not how emotions work." "I know that!" The words came out sharper than she intended. "I know it doesn't make sense. But it's happening anyway."

⁠Close, too clo‍se a​nd th‌​e bond react‌ed‌​ at on​ce. Div‍a felt it⁠⁠ right‌ away. Th​at p‍ull agai‌n⁠. Stronger this time. War‍​m⁠er. I​t wra⁠pped aro⁠und h‌er ch‌est and sque‌ezed. De‍rek felt it too.

I slowly took steps to grab the clothes, when my hands grasp around his, causing me to feel this tingling sensation around my abdomen, I immediately refrain and apologize to him, leaving his presence. Writer Andrew stood there, unfazed by what happened. He couldn't also deny that he felt something after Maxwell's hands had grasped his. His hands were still in the same position, stretched staring at nothing but trying to contain the number of emotions he felt right now. On the other hand, Maxwell kicked himself up into the room where Andrew had shown him earlier to change. He couldn't breathe normally as his breathing hitched. He held his chest as he wondered why it was beating faster than us

I could feel it, a force that seemed to wrap around us, binding us together, connecting our souls in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. A warmth spread through me, starting at my fingertips and moving up my arms, enveloping my entire body. I gasped as the sensation grew stronger, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the bond solidify. It was as if every part of me was being connected to Kaleb, our energies merging, our hearts beating in sync. I could feel his emotions—his love, his fear, his hope—and I knew that he could feel mine as well.