You Make Me Feel Alive Again Novels & Stories

not loud and not funny, just… a sound, hollow, empty, like even my laugh has given up on me "talk? About what, Lucas? Talk about how you dumped me on our wedding day? At the alter?" His jaw twitches, he looks down like the floor could save him, like he can’t even look at the damage he caused " Em, you don’t understand-" I cut him off with a raise of my hand, my fingers trembling just slightly "Please, just do me a favor and leave me alone, I’ve been doing so well before you came back" and it's true, not healed and not whole but alive, barely, but still breathing

I am so sorry. I want you to know something. I want you to know that I have been happy since the day I met you. Before you, I was just surviving. I was just existing. I was a dead. But you... you made me feel alive. You made me feel like I mattered. You made me feel like I was more than just a body to be used and discarded.

Then he walked past me, his arm brushing against mine in an erotic whisper, and walked away, leaving me in a pool of lust and anger. What on earth just happened? FLINN Klaus_loves_Flinn4ever liked your reel. Klaus_loves_Flinn4ever commented: omg you look so much better my love! The green color is almost gone. The doxycycline is kicking in!! Flinn Coltridge commented: Can't believe you're awake, babe. Thought you'd sleep off the hangover from that last binge.

This time, a short, rough chuckle shot through his parched lips when he saw a sliver of light floating above, and relief burst through him, instantly activating all his numbed body parts like a shot of adrenaline when he made out the rectangular shape of the fluorescent light. Slowly the blurry shapes in the room came into sharp focus, and everything hit him all at once—the harsh chemical smell of disinfectant pervading his nose, the staccato beeping and wheezing of the monitors tied to his mangled body through a persistent connection of wires and tubes, and the fire razing his side. If he can feel pain, and see the machines, then he's not dead or blind like he'd thought. And he wept with ha

She commanded. I cut my fingertip using my bare teeth and dripped my blood there. "What is it?" “You swear that no matter what happens, you will stay alive for me. You will stay alive forever, even without me.” "Haven't I told you yet?" I happily said. "You make me feel alive." I stared at her eyes, she didn’t even blink. “So, how can I stay alive without you? You are the only person I know who can make my heart stole a beat.”

Fire raced through my body as Zander parted the lips of my pussy with his warm fingers. At the same time, immersed in the memories, I unconsciously raised my hand. My hand hesitantly reaches down, and the moment my fingertips make contact with my skin, a jolt of electricity shoots through me. The sensation is both delicate and powerful, as if a spark has been ignited. That dry, hot excitement swallows me once again. The figure of Zander emerges in my mind. My stomach knotted with pleasure as his finger ran through my delicate flesh once again. Was he teasing me?

I hate woman who are slut and only think about sex but no brains at all. "What's with you? I am just want to make you feel better?" She whine to me and went to Xander. "I gotta go guys! Mom texted me to come home early" then I get up and grab my bag pack. I grab my car key in my pocket and went to drive home. I just don't feel talking to them anymore. 

Ripped from my body. When I finally opened my eyes, panic rushed through me. My hands flew to my belly— Flat. Empty. Lifeless. Not swollen with life anymore. Not full of hope. Just... gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I cried out in agony— "My baby... my pup...!"

The sensation bled down into my neck, right over the throbbing ache of Ronan's bite, before rushing down my chest, down my arms, and straight into the tip of my toes. I felt entirely alive. More than alive… reborn, like all the sticky, gray exhaustion of the last few weeks had been scraped clean off my soul with a wire brush. Every cell in my body hummed with renewed energy, singing with a power I'd never experienced before. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I wanted to weep from the sheer relief of it.

I open my mouth to argue but he beats me to it by saying "And you don't have a license" I huff, annoyed again. He turns on the radio, Taylor Swift is on, and I guess I can be content with that for now. After a few more hours I fall asleep and when I wake up I'll already be in New York, starting my new life. I - the optimist that I am - was determined to make this experience great! Despite leaving my friends behind. However, that wasn’t all that life had in store for me. I couldn’t imagine what happened next.