How Does It Feel Book Review Novels & Stories

The book was placed in a rather separate place on the shelf. Immediately I frowned and stood up from the chair walking towards the book. I could feel my heartbeat increase as I got closer to the book. What the hell was happening? What is this feeling? I muttered, touching my beating chest. Getting to the book I looked at it at first not wanting to touch it but to no avail, I couldn't see what was written on it. I had no choice but to take it. Immediately my hands came in contact with the book. I felt an electric current pass through my body but I refused to put down the book and looked at the title.

There were astronomy books, biology, some fiction and nonfiction, and some science fiction. I didn’t hesitate to crack open some of the books. Reading put me in an entirely new world filled with endless possibilities. The more knowledge I gained, the more I felt as if I could conquer almost anything. A strong slave could be dangerous, but a smart slave was practically lethal. The feeling of a freshly opened book was like no other. I rubbed my fingers across the pages and felt the magnetic pull it had on my eyes. The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me.

It was the knock on the door that got me distracted and even after attending to the waiter and putting away our dinner, I found myself picking up the book again and going back to reading it. ‘Really, it’s ridiculous to feel this way.’ I told myself even as I kept my eyes glued to it. By the time I was halfway done reading it, I felt numb and alive almost at the same time. Despite knowing I am completely human and I have no wolf’s blood in me, I felt as if I could relate with most of their beliefs and it’s almost as if I even found it exciting. But by the time I was done reading the book, I was in shock.

A quiet picture that, without me wanting it, made me start to believe if only just a little. I ran my fingers over the cover of the book in my lap, the embossed letters faded from age. My chest rose and fell slowly as I stared at it, but in truth, I wasn’t seeing the words. I was replaying the day each hallway, each room, each fleeting smile from Xavier. It was strange. Yesterday, this house had felt like a cage, the walls too tall, the doors too heavy. But today, after walking with him, it felt a little less like a prison. Still intimidating, yes, but not suffocating.

"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.

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

And whatever it was, it was dangerous. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it made me feel something I hadn't felt since that night in Florence. Safe. A week into this strange new normal, everything changed. We were in the living room, Cade reading construction reports while I pretended to focus on a book about fetal development. Thunder rumbled outside, rain lashing against the windows. The kind of storm that made you grateful for solid walls and warm shelter. I looked up and found him watching me. "What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

"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?"

I couldn’t for the life of me think straight. “Answer,” he thrust harder, eliciting a whimper from me. I swear to God they lie in the books. What I read in books could never compare to what I was feeling right now. This was a mad rush. I was scorching under my skin, my veins quaking violently as if electrocuted, my senses were fucked fogged. This man was driving me insane.