Unfeeling Novels & Stories

I can't even remember the memories I had before. I just woke up one day bringing this kind of personality. I get angry easily, I get frustrated when someone is talking to me except my mum. Also, I hate being friends with others, maybe because that's what my mum told me. Not just only that, I also do not feel different types of emotions. I don't smile, nor laugh. I don't cry, nor feel pain. All I know is that to feel angry. That's the only emotion I felt. --

Ashley sighed, inexplicably feeling a little empty in her heart. The matter was resolved exceptionally smoothly. The teacher didn't notice anything wrong, and her parents didn't know about it. Therefore, Ashley didn't receive too many lessons. But it seemed to have brought her endless sequelae. She began to think of the same person over and over again. Something with sourness and a hint of sweetness was budding. Ashley felt this feeling was very inexplicable and at a loss. She didn't dare to tell anyone about it, she felt a little ashamed, and she seemed to have grown up overnight, with her own secrets that she couldn't tell anyone.

"What the f*ck?" Lisa wandered down the corridors, passing the barbies, the jocks, the nerds, and the shadows, feeling like a science experiment as people seemed to stop and sniff as she went passed them. Another high school first day, it was safe to say she made an impression as she turned her famous glare on any that would meet her eye, but to her surprise, most would bow their head and show submission, except one girl.

However, with the overflowing hatred she felt toward Henry, mere autosuggestion would not really persuade herself. It was utterly revolting for her—being touched by him was worse than dying, but she could not walk away either.

I feel like a wild animal. “What’s wrong with me?” I throw the carcass aside and wrap my arms around my legs, pulling my knees into my chest. Tears run down my cheeks. I can’t help but lick my lips and savor the taste left behind. I feel disgusted. Maybe this is what happens when a person has to survive. I let out a deep breath, wipe my face with my t-shirt, and prop myself up.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

" Do you want me to kiss you or not? " Jennie couldn't answer. Something inside her wants but she can't do it. Jennie knew to herself that she hates the latter but something was odd about her and she noticed it at that moment. She held Lisa's shirt. The intense stare of the two made the atmosphere hot. Hormones started to get high.

Each word came out slowly like he meant every word more than he had meant anything in a long time. “Not my orders. Not my instructions. Not anything I tell you.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Do you understand me?” “Yeahhhhh,” Miriam responded softly, tears gathering in her eyes as pleasure and emotion tangled painfully inside her. She was already sensitive, and his huge dick only added to the overwhelming feeling she was struggling to handle. Tears slipped down her cheeks as pain, pleasure, and emotion crashed into her at the same time. “Cum on my dick”. And she came on him.

The only thing I did that brought me any resemblance of joy. Those flowers that I myself have cared for, nurtured and worried for. My blood was boiling. I never got mad at him- never because I always felt like such a piece of shit for all I've ever done to him. I always tried to be quiet, tried to keep out of his life. Still, this one things- this... All of that was stupid to this- this-

The word felt strangely distant to Camila. Ever since everything had happened at home, all the so-called friends she once had had disappeared one by one. Since then, she had never truly believed in friendship again. For Liam, Camila didn’t dislike him, but she wasn’t anywhere near the point of trusting him. “No. Thanks for being nice, but I still prefer walking alone.” Her rejection was direct and clean. The moment she said it, Camila quickened her pace, clearly trying to leave him behind. Liam stopped for a second and watched her back.