Kaki Terasa Ringan Dan Melayang Novels & Stories

My eyes are watering slightly, blurring his sharp features. “He moved,” I say in a soft, awe-struck whisper. Cade freezes. “I felt a… a flutter,” I breathe out, a watery smile breaking across my face. It didn't feel like nausea or a muscle spasm. It felt distinct. Like the delicate brush of a butterfly’s wing against the inside of my lower abdomen. Like a tiny, weightless bubble popping.

A roaring quiet. Just water. Everywhere. Pressing against my ears. My eyes. My mouth. T I kicked. Tried to surface. Tried to push myself up toward the lights I could see dancing above me. But my dress now wrapped around my legs. Heavy when it was dry. Impossibly heavy now. Waterlogged. Pulling me down like hands grabbing my ankles. My heels were impossible to kick properly. The thin stilettos offering no resistance. I reached for the surface. Both arms stretching up.

But me… A dizziness takes over, my eyelids grow heavy. My legs wobble slightly, but I refuse to give in. I take a few steps, searching for support, but my knees buckle under the accumulated fatigue. My body tips forward, and before I even understand what is happening, I find myself kneeling on the plush carpet. A sigh escapes me. The softness of the fabric under my fingers surprises me. I let my hand glide over the thick surface, unexpectedly appreciating this soothing sensation.

Isabella The carpets on the floor were of a good material, almost rubbery enough to feel sturdy underneath one's feet, yet held a stronghold to the floor, allowing for little to no friction. Most of all, from the initial sight and the feeling, I had known it was able to muffle any impact. I hadn't known how much though. That was, until I had fallen on it several times in several positions, and yet only a dull ache remained, fading in a few minutes.

My dress doesn’t say anything back, but it continues writhing and twisting before me, showing me that the answer is ‘yes’. “You are the magic carpet dress of the night sky, and I am the moon princess, dancing in the lagoon of the moon!” My body feels so light and free as I wave my arms in the air, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. I start to feel that strong, humming sensation again and it evokes more laughter along with a subtle wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. Moving further into the water, the water rises to my calves and then suddenly I feel no ground underneath my feet.

It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is. Sunlight shifts as a breeze stirs the curtains, casting patterns across the wooden floor. I test my weight, standing cautiously, half-expecting my legs to give way. They hold, though the ache runs bone-deep. Through a doorway to my right, I glimpse gleaming tile and chrome.

The roughness is only there when I try to deliberately touch them, why? Standing up, I walk all around the room, my body feels abnormally light, and even though my feet are planted on the ground, I feel like I am floating, it is not an uncomfortable feeling though, I actually feel free and unrestrained, this place just feels as if it has less gravity, is that even possible? Either way, walking was never this much fun, I almost giggle with each step if it wasn’t for that one annoying question. Where am I? and how did I get here?

The gown I had on was also way too heavy, and the jewels easily added more pounds. *Let’s just run later your feet will feel better,* Mila said. *I don’t think pounding our paws into the dirt will help. But ohh! A foot massage from Damien sure would,* I said, nearly melting. I was certain I should be paying attention to the parts where my mates were being sworn in, but I could only think about sitting down. And peeing, oooh I really had to pee. *That’s why being shifted is so great! You just go go go! Go here, go there, go everywhere when the mood strikes you just let it flow,* Mila said.

Zahra's POV Floating, I feel like I'm suspended on a soft cloud gliding through warm air, encased in silk. This floaty, silky sensation is warm, comfortable, and weirdly safe—a stark contrast to the norm. I’ve never felt anything like this. If this is what dying feels like, I might be okay with it.

The way the skirt pools around my feet, forming ripples on the ornate rug beneath me, gives me the sense of floating on a sea of green silk. With each movement, the dress responds, hugging my curves and flowing gracefully with every step. I can't help but feel a surge of confidence, the kind that only comes from wearing something that not only fits perfectly but also resonates with one's inner elegance. The reflection staring back at me is one of pure, unadulterated beauty, wrapped in an emerald dream.