Attraction 3 Novels & Stories

I was sure and certain that other than what I had seen, Sara and Mitchie were definitely up to something else. “To go further with this day and not drag down the high spirits of everyone here, shall we be on our feet as we welcome in the celebrants! The Sinclair’s triplets.” We all rose up as the curtain fell with the kids stepping out in their beautiful red ball dress. They looked so beautiful in it, and with their make up, I wasn’t even sure if their dad would be able to tell them apart. From their hairstyle, down to their dress and shoes, everything they had on was the same, there was nothing to differentiate them.

When the movie ended, we walked out into the sunlight, both of us pretending nothing had happened. “That was actually good,” she said, her voice still light. “Even with the ridiculous stunts.” I grinned. “You mean you didn’t enjoy the guy jumping off a helicopter onto a train?” “I’m convinced physics just doesn’t exist in action movies,” she said, shaking her head. We grabbed ice cream from a street vendor. Of course, she picked chocolate, classic Gal. I nudged her playfully as we walked back to the car. “You always go for chocolate.”

Grinning like he was president of my fan club, dumping gifts on me like he had stock in a department store. All of it? Fake. Now that they've got the certificate? This is the real them. I let out a cold laugh and pointed at the door. "Out. All of you. Or I'm calling the cops for trespassing." Margot's smile twitched, but she slapped on her fake charm and grabbed my hand. "Oh, sweetheart, don't be like that. We're family! How can that be trespassing?" She flashed that sugary grin. "You're just upset. Christopher and I were only joking.

“If you’re compatible, Sir, even the smell of printer ink would be attractive.” She looked at the laptop screen after pressing the keyboard one last time. “In summary, attraction isn’t just about butterflies—it’s a complex biological process involving dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, adrenaline, and pheromones. Our bodies are wired to crave connection—both emotionally and physically.” She gave a slight head tilt and took a deep breath. “That’s all, Sir. Thank you.”

"You look like you just came from a christening and got lost on your way to a prayer vigil." She laughed. "And remember the guy from accounting who asked for my number last week? You scared him off!" "Crazy! Albert is a womanizer. I told you. Half the girls in RTA have probably been on a date with him." "You really think I can't handle him if ever?" Albert was handsome, charming, and sweet-talking. She wouldn't deny that she felt attracted to him, but it wasn't enough for her to contradict Pat about his objection.

He had become towering and strikingly handsome, almost unrecognizable. Liam's smile was gentle as he took my bags and led me to the largest bedroom, which was decorated just the way I liked. "Wren wanted to make sure you would feel right at home," he said. My cheeks flushed, and I ducked my head, busying myself with unpacking to hide my embarrassment. The playful banter that was so easy with Wren suddenly felt shy and awkward coming from Liam. Perhaps it was the fatigue from the long flight or the weight of my thoughts, but by nightfall, I was burning up with a fever of 102.2 degrees Fahrenheit.

It was getting difficult keeping the fake smile on my face. “I’m implying nothing,” he said before he took another careful step forward. “I’m asking for your cooperation. You already know the relationship between yourself and the Hoffman triplets. They see you as a rival. You see them as rivals. Whether or not either side admits it, while you’re staying under our roof, I would appreciate it if you avoided antagonising the future Alphas of this pack.” A short laugh escaped my lips. “I am an Alpha, Elder Thomas. I have absolutely no interest in antagonising anyone.” A lie, by the way.

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