Sinopsis Novel The Feelings Novels & Stories

She had read about these kinds of sensations in romance story books which she used to read but had never felt them in her real life until now. With each passing second, Kaya felt him getting more turned on. His gaze filled with that darkness of ruining her innocuousness which made him lean closer to her, forgetting about that forbidden boundary between them which he was not allowed to cross with her even in his closed eyes, but at that point, he didn't care. He never cared and neither he was ever going to care about that forbidden boundary between them and he was clearly aware of it.

His eyes were holding so many emotions, it is like he opened his doors, just a little but he did and that too for me. I don't know what to feel right now? I was aroused just a few moments ago then in pain and now happy?..... but should I be feeling happy this early? I mean I sure can see care in his green ocean but that does not mean anything special.... At the end of the day, he is still my bully and I am his prey..... ___________________________ Keep enjoying my sweet readers (⁠^⁠^⁠) I am working hard to make this book more enjoyable and beautiful, feel free to comment your thoughts o⁠:⁠-⁠)

He leaned down, his face as close as it could get without passing through his fucking force field, and stared into my eyes, “She felt like heaven on Earth.” The feeling that overtook my body was excruciating. Nausea and bile rose in my throat, a mixture of disgust and homesickness. But just as fast as it came on, something familiar overtook my body. I felt the pleasurable shiver down my spine of being called upon. I possessed the book. Hidden it somewhere no one would ever find it again. My lips curled into a knowing smile as I raised my eyes to Cassius. He had no idea what she'd done.

his skin was touching mine and my body was burning up with desires he has suggested we should always sleep naked when we sleep cause according to him, my body turns him on in the middle of the night and he loves to feel that, most of the night his dick in my pussy always wakes me up with me moaning out his name I was embedded by him as he pinned me down with his hot kisses all over my body, today sex was different, it's is a kind of new feelings, I couldn't be patient for him to get over his foreplay as I guided him into me "fuck Rose" guess he wasn't expecting that "yes baby" it was like I wasn't in control anymore, someone has taken control over my body "yes Jasper, oh my God.....shit" rid

"I'm not real, wow, my feelings for Reece they are not real! We're just characters? My whole life was a lie!" "No, no, it's true that I wrote this novel but Reece is not the perfect guy I created and you're not the sensible, innocent, tolerant Ivana I created, you guys are already out of your setting and having me here the whole story has changed to another line, this is no longer the story I wrote, the plot is still same but the characters and storyline it's not mine anymore." She explained. But Ivana was having a hard time coming in terms with it. She was shell shocked by the turns of events.

The sounds involuntarily escaping from me where a mixture of moans, mews and whimpers, each touch, each caress of hand or mouth causing a storm of chaos within me where my brain could no longer think, just feel. I wasn’t entirely ignorant of how things worked. I had read many a romance novel, some more bold and detailed than others but to actually feel these sensations myself, to know how this or that felt as it was happening to me was an entirely different story. I was addicted to this overwhelming feeling of need and wanton boldness. I craved to take as much as Owen gave and give him just as much in return.

To need connection and actually receive it. The warmth spreads through me slowly, like sunlight cracking through frost. It starts in my chest, then curls through my arms, my stomach, the back of my neck. My skin feels too tight for how much I feel. I can’t remember the last time anything—anyone—made me feel this... wanted. I don’t look away. Neither does he. I think I might cry, but I don’t. Not this time. Instead, I let it fill me—this strange new feeling that I don’t have a name for yet.

The question delivered evenly, the way he delivered everything, no particular weight on it, no edge visible. "Fine," I said. "I haven't spoken to him since cancelling." "Are you going to reschedule?" "I don't know." "You seemed to enjoy talking to him." "He's easy to talk to." "That's a good quality." He paused. "Any feelings developing there?" I looked at him. He looked back. Patient. Neutral. Giving me absolutely nothing to read. *Any feelings.* There were feelings developing somewhere. That was accurate. They were not developing in the direction of Callum.

“But it was your intention to enter my study without my permission.” I tried again. “I just wanted to see the book again. I wanted to understand why I felt something when I touched it.” He raised the whip slightly, but he didn't strike. It was enough to make me freeze. “Your feelings are irrelevant, Jane,” he said, his voice low. “I don't give a damn about what you felt when you touched the book.” Tears burned behind my eyes as I couldn't take it anymore. “You don't give a damn but I do.” I cried. “Yes! I was looking for the book! I don’t know why it felt… familiar. I don't know why I feel like I’ve seen it before. Like it has something to do with me.”

I melted into him, forgetting for a moment that the world outside was dark and cruel. Forgetting the blood, the scars, the war brewing at Alejandro’s doorstep. Right now, it was just me and him. And the kind of feelings that didn’t ask for permission. It took what it need, and burned everything in its path. And God help me… I wanted to burn with him.