The Song I Can't Stop The Feeling Novels & Stories

I need you to feel, feel, feel We can't be friends, it's making sense, it's too immense, it's too intense You calling me baby, you driving me crazy, is just like benz I'm losing patience no no no I'm losing sense (Ah) We can't be friends oh no no no we can't pretend Look into my eyes when I'm singing to you Take this love that I'm bringing to you Don't tell me all this got no meaning to you Take this love that I'm bringing to you (Oh no) 'Cause I need you to feel my love in your soul I need you to feel my touch on your body I need you to feel my love in your soul (In your soul) I need you to feel, feel, feel Around the world I don't go oh can't find nobody like you My heart and my soul oh I'

"Nothing I can see but you When you dance, dance, dance Feeling good, good, creeping up on you So just dance, dance, dance." He sings along, his voice sounding so heavenly and I know the song! Of course, I know the song! It's Justin Timberlake's Can't Stop The Feeling! Literally my favourite song from my favourite artist. "Got the feeling in my body." He sings to the finish and turns around and sees my eyes on him not doing much, just staring at him.

For three years straight, my father had taken the whole family on a Christmas trip. This year, even my newly-engaged fiancé tagged along. Everyone except me. "Chloe, Legal's swamped at year-end. You'd better stay and work—keep an eye on the house for us while you're at it. We won't book a ticket or hotel for you." My father's excuse sounded perfectly reasonable. Beside him, my mother and sister were already chatting about the snow-capped Alps, not a flicker of doubt that anything was off. And my fiancé, Jack, was helping them load luggage, grinning as he said he'd be the perfect German translator for the trip. For three years, they'd always found a reason to leave me behind. And for three ye

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, aye, aye 'Cause I've been staying low, holding back Fighting the feelings that you've been giving And I've been trying to put it all into words But I can't so I'm singing I don't want you thinking That my love's in vain Baby I've been falling for you Been falling back up out your way 'Cause I can't let you lose yourself Looking for me And I can't let you make me your Your everything I just wanna be an escape I just wanna be an escape Baby can we escape, escape, escape? Ooh As I finish everyone begins to applaud for me. " Wow, I love your voice. You sang a song by your name" Grey tries to make a joke which does make sense again.

In the fifth year of my deafness, James Duncan finally proved his love for me to my parents. The day I found out I was pregnant, my parents finally gave in and agreed to our marriage. The wedding was set for February 19th. Then, on Valentine's Day, a miracle happened—I regained my hearing due to an accident. Overjoyed, I rushed to find James, eager to share the good news with him. He was in the bedroom, on the phone. "Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?"

He was not wearing his hearing aid. "Jaclyn." He stopped his steps three steps away, as if unsure if he could get any closer. I remained sitting, peeling an orange in my hand. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to take you home." "That's not my home." His lips parted, but it was as if something had lodged in his throat. "That's our home." "Wilson." I threw the orange peel into the nearby basket. "You don't even remember that I'm allergic to crab meat. What in that house belongs to me?"

I took a deep breath and took off the mic and closed my eyes and started singing one of my favorite song by Chainsmokers. You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and 4 years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

I started playing a song I wrote over so many years ago. 'I don't ever ask you where you've been and I don't feel the need to know who you're with I can't even think straight But I can tell That you were just with him And I'll still be a fool I'm a fool for you' I take a long pause and stopped from playing. My tears are blurring my vision and m,y heart is hurting too much that I feel like I am running out of air. I quickly wipe away my tears and placed my hands back on the keys. I continue playing the chorus part now and sing it while choking a sob midway through it.

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

{I think about us. I think about the way we laugh without reason. {I think about us, girl.} There will be no more lies. Somebody tell me why I feel like I'm dying. Lord, what's come over me? Oo, baby, I can't wait. You see I can't stop loving you. I can't help myself. I can't get over you. No matter what I tell myself I can't stop loving you, girl, no matter how hard I try And I can't get over you. And I don't know why.