Intensity Novels & Stories

But then he took a sharp, shallow breath, his jaw so tight I could see the muscle feathering. “I was this close—” His voice didn't crack; it hardened, compressing into something dense and fierce. He held up his thumb and forefinger, a mere sliver of space between them, his hand rock-steady but charged with a violent energy, like a spring coiled to its breaking point. “This close to not even going at all.” The look in his eyes isn’t only desperate. It is feral. It is a raw, blazing intensity that pinned me in place.

She'd set up targets at various distances and was having him work on precision rather than just power. "Seventy-three successful hits," Lynn was saying as I entered. "Out of eighty attempts. Your accuracy is improving." "But I still can't control the intensity," Shawn said, frustrated. "It's either full power or nothing. I can't do partial blasts." "That might be a function of your specific ability," Lynn suggested. "Some powers have binary states. You channel atmospheric plasma and direct it—that might not allow for gradual scaling."

Everyone was meant shoot at an opponent which was being haunted for. "I love this game!" Pedro exclaimed happily as he pointed his gun at vennesa. They group into seven colors according to the rainbow. Venessa belonged to orange while Anastasia was pink. Everyone was an enemy while Bodie was their instructor for today. "1...2...eyes on me!!!" He blasted as everyone became quiet. It was time to hear the rules of the game. Everyone listened with keen ears.

That she didn't have the answers to yet. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood. She needed a routine and to build up her strength. Her ankle was a mess from the silver, but she could use her body weight from the other side. She didn't know what she could get away with, so she needed to be quiet. She started by testing how much slack she had. It was a decent length, and she could walk the room with it. So she started to walk the room like she was doing laps. She needed to build her endurance up. She got to 10 before she had to sit. She then got down on the ground and started to do some crunches and push-ups. Again, she couldn't get much in until she felt the exhaustion. It was a start, t

"You got to control that temper of yours, Jackson. You're going to get into serious trouble." He nodded. "I know." "You've got to get to class, Sophie. You can talk to Mr. Sutterfield another time. Let's go Jackson, my office, now." "I'll be over this afternoon," I told Jackson as I walked away. Jackson really scared the shit out of me. There were times that he was the most patient guy I knew, but in an instant he could snap, just lose it. One moment his icy-green eyes could be soft with passion, and the next they could be blazing with anger. It wasn't that I was afraid of him hurting me; Jackson was too good of a guy for that. The thing was, that type of rage was scary, no matter who it was

Then positioning himself well, he entered her slowly, not going fully, pulling back a bit before slamming inside, hitting her directly in her G-spot. "Aah!" She cried out in pleasure, Alex went full pistol, slamming into her at an amazing speed, Amanda's breast jiggled at this. "Yes!" She cried under her breathe, tears rolling down her eyes. Amanda knew she couldn't last long, but whenever she was close, Alex would pull back. "You're evil," she cried as he entered her again, slamming into her. "Christ!" Nothing else mattered at that moment, it was just the two of them, in that moment, on that journey. Amanda wrapped her legs round him, bringing him even more closer to her, she wasn't plannin

She complained that it was bitter and “ghastly” “Okay, so you’ll feel the area where my hands are, warm up. After a little while, you’ll start to experience some discomfort and slight pain. But like I said, don’t interrupt the process or it won’t work.” We still had no idea what this process was and what wouldn’t work if it was interrupted and I could see it on James' face as if he was saying it out loud. Adara kneeled next to Shoran and placed her hands over her lower abdomen. Adara closed her eyes and started humming softly to herself. I saw her aura change from her normal golden yellow to a bright white. Shoran’s body stiffened and Adara’s aura intensified.

she questions, pretending not to understand. “Get out!” he commands furiously, pointing at the door. Her black, silky hair swirls over her shoulders. The plunging neckline of her prominent bust is damp with sweat. She frowns, glaring bitterly at me. She radiates rage; envy courses through her entire body. Sam remains still, frozen, but there’s something in his stance: contained tension, as if a force beyond human is struggling to emerge. After the door slams and the scene unfolds, he just exhales and continues working.

He gripped her breast in his hand, squeezing it. "Yes! Oh god, Enzo." She practically screamed, not being able to control her breathing. "F-faster, please." She begged shyly. "Fuck, I'm going as fast as I can." Lorenzo chuckled, pulling out of her and laying her on her back. He positioned himself so he wouldn't hurt her before thrusting back inside her. Fast and deep. Bonnie threw her head back. "Enzo." She moaned. "God! You feel so good, baby." Lorenzo groaned.

I can see that he's frustrated but I don't understand the reason behind it. "OF COURSE I HAVE TO!" His voice is higher than ever. I bet the neighbors can hear him from across the room but this guy seems to not have any slightest care that he might be disturbing other people because of his high pitched voice. And I can't help but to laugh incredulously. This man is unbelievable. He's all over the place, with no points at all!