How Does It Feel Book Review Novels & Stories

Blinking, I felt a peculiar mixture of antsy and horny, my skin bathed in sweat yet cold to the touch, and fingers trembling while curled in the sheets. It was just a dream. I thought quietly. *** A spicy dream lol. Anyways please leave a review it helps others find the book <3

"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.

He said, standing up from his chair and walking over to her picking up a book. "You already know that everything is run and controlled by energy, am I right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and Elle nodded in agreement. He smiled and placed the book before her "can you see or feel the energy of this book?" Elle looked away from him and fixed her gaze on the book "I can't see it" she said and placed her hand on the book "but I can feel it" a smile lit up on her face, as she caressed the book softly, feeling its warm and comforting energy underneath her fingers.

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"What I mean is I won't let you do this by yourself. Let me handle finding Kaya, and you can take it from there, okay?" I could feel the doubt wash over her skin. I tried to stifle the shudder that ran through me then. Why did it always seem like her emotions ran through my entire body? Reading her was like standing beneath a showerhead. Her emotions were like the water as it ran over me and enveloped every particle of my skin. I felt like I was on fire and cold all at once. How was that sort of sensation even possible for me? For anyone, in fact, how did anyone survive such raw emotions?

He allowed himself to feel and absorb the emotions of others and himself. His excitement crashed into me, sinking into every crevice of my body until I could feel it buzzing through my veins. It had excitement of my own brewing at the base of my stomach. I couldn't remember when last I actually felt excited about anything so this new emotion after so many dull days was welcomed. It was the splash of color I needed when everything around me was gray and bland. I placed a bookmark into the book I was reading, closed it, and then carefully placed it on the pedestal beside my bed. The action took more effort than it usually would and more time but I was happy I could just do it myself without as

Lines of elegant script unfurled one after another, as if an invisible hand were writing before my eyes. My pulse thundered in my ears. Suddenly, the book felt heavier than before. The books hadn't been empty at all. They had simply been waiting. And hopefully, this would finally give me the answers to the questions that had haunted me for days.

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?'

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.