Moving With Me Novels & Stories

Nora smiled when she remembered Philip love for her. "Philip?" "Yes Philip. I had an accident when I was 10 and my parents moved me to live with my grandmother. I met him there and I am happy I did, I find joy whenever I was with him. But my joy was short-lived the day I heard about his death. Is it my destiny to always lose the things I care about?" You won't lose me because I am going no where.

"Walk toward me. Slowly." I couldn't move.

I moved fast. Pushing through the confusion. Blending. Changing direction twice in seconds. Left. Then right. Then forward. No pattern. No consistency. Just movement. Alive. Uncontrolled. “Exit now,” she said. “I’m going.” I stepped off the bus into the chaos outside. Didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. Just moved. Fast. Sharp. Unpredictable. The street swallowed me. Noise. Lights. People. Everything moving. Everything messy. Perfect. I turned a corner.

“Eve, I’ve cut ties with Mandy and sent the two children away. I swear, I’ll never let her or those children she gave birth to appear in front of you ever again. From now on, my heart and my body belong only to you. I’ll also transfer all of my inheritance into your name. “I know I was wrong. Please, give me one more chance. I swear I won’t betray you again. If I ever do, you can throw me out of the house and make me leave with nothing.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.” His hand rose to my cheek. A gentle touch, almost reverent. That heat again-not magic, not tether-but him. “I’m trying,” I whispered. “For you.” His jaw clenched, like he wanted to say something dangerous — something that scared even him — but Damian’s voice thundered from ahead: “Move! We’re not safe out here!” Kael leaned his forehead down to mine, for one brief, stolen second. Then he grabbed my hand again, and we ran.

I teased, feeling bolder than I'd ever been in my life. His low, dangerous chuckle was all the warning I got before he swept me into motion. We moved together across the floor, a slow, swirling storm of black and silver. His hand gripped my waist firmly, leading without effort, without hesitation. I followed instinctively, letting the music and the connection between us guide every step. Around us, the crowd gave way, forming a wide circle, watching and not one dared interrupt. I could feel their eyes on me - some wide with awe, others narrowed in suspicion or fear.

The world looks exactly the same—the sun is still shining, the traffic is still moving—but the ground has shifted beneath our feet. Adrian reaches for my hand. His grip is firm, his fingers interlacing with mine in a way that is both a comfort and a vow. He pulls my hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. The heat of his breath against my skin is the only thing that feels real. “We move,” he says, his voice a promise of fire. “Yes.” But as we step out of the car, the weight of the truth follows us. We aren't moving ahead of him anymore. We’re moving within a masterpiece he’s already set in motion.

"When I'm around” I swallowed hard, blinking as the awkwardness of the moment heightened. “You know all tenants are required to execute the building by tomorrow, Blaze" He brought it up. I didn't make a sound. I fixed my eyes on the road, purposely so I could pretend I didn't hear anything. “You're moving in with me. I called the logistics company" “What?" I almost choked on my own spit. He didn't say a word, but my eyes lingered on his hand…just as he moved the steered the car.

When I stepped outside, however, only the bodyguards' car waited at the gate. "Nick, something came up on my side," she said over the phone. "You go ahead. I'll be there soon." I did not expect anything from her. Without hope, there was nothing left to disappoint me. The deep winter wind cut across my face like a blade. I felt no pain, just as I felt nothing for Gwyneth. Disappointment led to despair, and despair left nothing behind that could hurt me. The car stopped in front of a private club. I frowned but stepped out anyway.

And in that moment… I moved.