Intensity Novels & Stories

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

Call me weird but it's for my mental health. Max's brilliant idea of creating me an I*******m account has brought me back in the dark whole of anxiety that social media causes. The reason I avoid social media, particularly I*******m, is because I get too fixated and obsessed with it and before right now I had managed to avoid all form of socials in my life.

"I'd like you to bend me over the nearest surface, Noah, and fuck me senseless. I'll beg for you to do it harder-" Click, click, click. "-faster. I'll scream your name until you'll feel-" Click, click. "-the vibration straight to your cock." She held her breath, cheeks flaming both from the cold and heat. Click, click, click, click, click, click. She must've had the "up to no good" expression perfect, because he pulled the camera from his face and adjusted his erection through his jeans.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it

His whole body fell back uncontrollably, and his heart was about to jump out, when Alden closed his eyes tightly as he was waiting for the moment of landing. But at the next moment, He was fine. Nothing happened. No pain came to him. Seeing his panic reaction, Dennis quietly glanced at Alden's feet, and then at his face and reminded him in his soft voice, "It's raining so be careful of slippery roads." The INTENSITY Of his love was so high that he looked away from Alden's mesmerizing but panicked face. As Dennis finished speaking but Alden stood stilled in his embraces. And a moment later when he got his senses back, Alden was a little stunned.

She hums, “The distance is an interesting thing for me.” He presses another button. There are five different rhythms and six different intensities, he presses another button and she squirms, “Oh, my.” He sighs and strokes himself a little harder as she moans and lets her head loll a little. He licks his lips, “Is it good knowing I’m in charge of it?” She hums,

He leaned against the desk instead, posture loose in a way that suggested total control rather than ease. “You respond to intensity,” Vale said. “Not because it overwhelms you—but because it clarifies you.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t need to,” Vale replied calmly. “Your behavior does.” The silence that followed felt intimate, dangerous. “Intensity without permission feels like pressure,” Vale continued. “But intensity with awareness—” He paused. “—feels like choice.” Their eyes met. Something shifted. Not agreement. Not resistance.

really means. "Emma," Adrian breathed against her neck, his voice rough with emotion. "Can you feel it?" "Yes," Emma whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of their connection. "I feel you. Everywhere. It's like... like you're in my bloodstream, in my bones. How do people function with this kind of connection?" "You adjust," Adrian said, pulling back to look at her face. He wiped away her tears with gentle thumbs. "The intensity fades to something more manageable after the first few hours. But the awareness never goes away completely."

“It’s not the same for you. You didn’t lose anything. I lost the one thing I had left that belonged only to me.” That landed harder than I expected it to, and for a second nobody spoke. “What triggers it,” I asked, quieter now. “Is it constant, or does something specific set it off?” “Proximity helps,” Neil said. “Distance seems to weaken it slightly, though not enough to matter much within the compound. Emotional intensity amplifies it regardless of distance. The stronger you feel something, the more of it reaches us.” “So if I’m terrified right now.” “We’d all feel some version of that terror. Yes.”

I said at the top of my lungs, shouting “I was curious, I thought it’s what you wanted”, she replied “What am I, Craya? What? A curious specimen? Something to just watch and observe?!” “Master Adi always said…... “it’s enjoyable for them…...” she replied. “Oh! So, because I am a sexual being every act is enjoyable? Because it is freaking enjoyable does not make it right Craya!” I shouted. She looked at me in confusion, and as tears rolled down my eyes…… A jolt of lightning ran through and she hugged me tightly and said