Attraction 3 소설 & 이야기

Virginia has decided the next attractions she wanted to enjoy. The journey continues. For the third attraction, they decided to see the parade in the center area. The parade looked so fancy with those colorful lights plus the music was so festive. For the fourth attraction, they watched the clown’s performance. The show was held on a stage. The clown performed amazing magic tricks that could amazed the audiences. For the next attraction, Virginia actually wanted to go to haunted house but she knew that Gerald got his serious illness and going there was not really a good option. For the next, she decided to ride on a ferris wheel. Virginia and Gerald riding together in one capsule while Susan

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

Charlotte announced excitedly as she hopped out of the cab. Ivy followed, her face displaying shock. “Char, why are we at an amusement park?” “Duh! Why else would we come here if not to have fun? Now come on, let's go in and try everything exciting! Yay!” Charlotte exclaimed, her voice buzzing with enthusiasm as she pulled Ivy along with her into the park. Soon, Ivy found herself infected by Charlotte's excitement, and she forgot all her worries as they rode their third roller coaster and played countless games. The experience was both thrilling and exhilarating.

Pleasure broke me again, my body giving out as Asher held me tight and spilled inside. When he laid me back, trembling and glowing, Kai kissed my temple, Levi traced lazy circles on my thigh, and Asher lit a cigarette, watching me with dark possession. “This was just night one,” he murmured. I’d lost track of time, of how many times they made me fall apart. Three of them. All at once. Heaven and hell tangled together. And maybe I did belong to them. Tonight, I didn’t want to leave.

"Right. Of course you don't." I turn to leave, but then his voice stops me. "You're an average," Nathan suddenly spits out, his voice sharp, frustrated. I freeze. "You're not half as sexy or pretty like most girls I know, so why the fuck am I attracted to you?" My heart stutters. I turn my back slowly to face him. The anger in his expression is raw, but underneath it, there's something else. Something almost... desperate. I know what he's trying to do.

A power move is what this gala really is, where different mafia men meet up to make connections and sometimes even start or push through with an ongoing deal. And in all my existence I have never felt this way about a human being before not to speak of a lady like Mia. It is just attraction, deep bone attraction. Yet why do I feel like my chest is about to come off when that bastard Moretti leans closer. I am up from the stool, feet taking long strides as I move across the hall to where they are. “Detach.” Just one word that carries so much authority. My face is blank, refusing to let anything pass through.

“sex on the beach for me.” I forced a small smile, but my grip tightened on the hem of my dress. Something about this night—about this whole situation—felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. And I wasn’t sure whether I was about to take flight… or fall. Suddenly, Stereo Love by Edward Maya was blasting the speakers. The catchy accordion melody filled the atmosphere like a call to have a good time. I was smiling without even noticing. Of course. It was a song that was dear to Bella—and had been playing on her music player without stopping all this while, so all of us knew the lyrics by heart.

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

I whispered. He looked at me. Time for phase three , the riskiest part. I looked at his right eye, then his left, then his lips… and repeated the triangle slowly, just like Marilyn did in the movie. “Come on,” I whispered. “I know you desperately want to strike.” His brows furrowed briefly. I was breathing so hard I didn’t even realize how close I had gotten. In an instant, his hand flew up and wrapped around the back of my neck.

I go directly to the beverage column to dismiss him right away, choosing Americano to order. I lean on the backrest while scanning the interior of the hotel. Romantic vibes are heavy in the air: from the emotion-stirring music to the Cupid-inspired furniture and accessories, then down to the 3D glass wall arts. I feel uncomfortable. All these tokens of love and sweetness are dedicated to Yen. Knowing that she's in good hands, these should make me happy, but I am not. I'm still jealous, miserable, and hopeless. "Here's your order, sir," says an attendant who springs in front of me unnoticed. He slides the tray in front of me, then proceeds to the minibar at the corner.