Fatal Attraction Novels & Stories

Now I have zero, how pathetic! I take off my dress and put on the big T-shirt and walk back to his room. Luckily for me, my purse is placed next to the bed so I take out my phone to text him. It doesn't take a minute before Alessio is worriedly rushing to his room. He locks the door behind him and saunters to the bed where I'm sitting and eyeing him in admiration. I think I got lucky to have this man's attention to myself. The famous, fierce, rich, and most importantly extremely hot mafia boss Alessio Fernandez wants Nicole, a normal girl with nothing to be his.

Sure, the whole kidnapping thing could be a simple act of revenge against her father, but Kaia hadn’t been harmed, so what was the point? Yes, prior to Eton's arrival, his men roughed her up a bit, but Kaia didn’t think it was on Eton's orders. Or was it? Was Eton just playing some elaborate mind-game? Fuck, it was all so bewildering and frustrating—even without taking into account the…the thing between her and Eton that was becoming hard to ignore. Twice. It had happened twice already. It wasn’t even the blowjobs that bothered Kaia. It was the attraction, the sheer strength of it, the almost slavish intensity of that pull. What should one call attraction to a cold, manipulative man one didn

The scent hit me the moment I stepped into their living room on my arrival from the pack house around two in the afternoon. Gal was the only one in the living room watching a sit-com on TV. That rich metallic, utterly intoxicating scent. I drew a slow breath through my nose, my whole body humming with a sudden, primal awareness. There it was. I knew. I always knew. Her blood always called me whenever she was on. After we hugged and she welcomed me back with a kiss, I turned her to face me, my hands already on the button of her jeans. My voice came out a low, gravelly rumble, barely human. “Are you on your period?”

"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.

“Once I put you on this table, spread you open, and slide every thick inch of my cock into that virgin pussy… there’s no going back. You’ll bleed for me. You’ll scream my name. And every man in this room will watch while I ruin you completely.” My breath hitched sharply. The filthy promise should’ve horrified me. Instead, my clit pulsed hard, aching. I could picture it so clearly—his powerful body covering mine, those dark eyes locked on my face as he pushed inside me for the first time, stretching me open while his men watched. God, I was attracted to him. Dangerously, shamefully attracted. The kind of raw, stupid attraction that made my thighs press together seeking friction, made me want

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.

I noticed his voice was strained like he was holding back from doing something, “this attraction? What are you trying to do, making me want you like this?” The words, delivered with a hunger that simulated the hunger in his eyes, made me stop. He was completely pressed against me and before I could think, his right middle finger was tilting my head up, forcing me to look at him. His thumb traced the outline of my lips, unlocking a similar hunger within me. I knew this wasn't real. Whoever helped me was doing this too but because it wasn't real doesn't mean it wasn't happening. Angry lines stretched over Atticus’ face. From his eyes, I could tell he wanted to kiss me. And then kill me. His th

He was dangerously attractive, a magnetizing force that drew her in even as her every instinct screamed for her to flee. He began to walk towards her, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Each step was unnervingly quiet, yet it resonated through the silent room, a drumbeat to Layla’s racing pulse. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, hypnotized by his powerful stride, the subtle flex of muscles beneath his shirt. He was pure, raw male magnetism, and her body, despite her fear, reacted with an unwanted awareness.

Soft warm lights illuminated the enormous room beautifully while the sound of ocean waves crashing outside created a peaceful atmosphere. Everything smelled expensive. Fresh wood. Wine. Masculine cologne. Sebastian. I swallowed hard again. Why did he have to look like that? I had seen attractive men before. Stephen was attractive. But Sebastian Blackwood was different. There was something dangerous about him. The way he carried himself. The confidence. The power in his eyes. He looked like the kind of man who could destroy someone completely without even trying. And somehow… That made him even more attractive. “You’re staring.”

He crushed the fragile flower under his boot. "Very soon I will have you on my bed, Adara," Atticus murmured to himself. He was certain, this girl would taste as good as she looked. He couldn't wait to violate her. Thankfully, nothing untoward happened for the rest of the day. Sabrina kept to her work and avoided drawing attention to herself. She also hoped Atticus would forget about her. She didn't want to see that disgusting man again.