Moving With Me Novels & Stories

The dot moves at an unbelievable pace, sliding down the mountain like a cat. My heart almost explodes with joy and butterflies flap up a hurricane in my stomach. My mate is on his way back.

"What kind of oath is that?" Reluctantly, she got into the car. "It's a tragic fate if a man can't get a girlfriend," he joked as he started the engine. "Don't worry, it won't happen to you," Iris said, fastening her seatbelt. Brad's driving was noticeably calmer this time, and they had a smooth ride back to her residence. The moving company was already there waiting for her. Iris stepped out of the car. "Are you from the moving company?" she asked as she approached.

“Hope, how did you do that? It's impossible to talk to him, and I almost called to tell you not to come, and...it happens” Armin ran a hand through his hair nervously, and rightly. It was midnight, by this time he should have been in his bed, asleep. However, he was at the station with two lawyers trying to clean up her employee and her friend.

I had never seen her mouth drop like it did at that moment. The drive was smooth and silent. I watched the suburbs disappear through the tinted window— the buildings, the convenience stores, the kids, even the homeless folks. Although I didn’t have the best life here, it held many memories for me. If I’d miss them however, was something I wasn’t sure of. When we were completely out of the neighbourhood. I sent Maya a text: Got evicted. I’m Moving it with Marcus. I really tried to do this alone. I squeezed the phone, needing to feel something. A reply came almost instantly:

“Dance with me?” I grab a glass of wine from a passing tray for courage I might not need and nod. “Lead the way, Mr. Gala.” His palm meets mine; his other hand finds the small of my back like it’s always belonged there. The bond hums, not a jolt anymore—just a warm line threading skin to skin. We start moving, easy as breathing. Slow circles. A shoulder brush. The air between us becomes its own room. “You’re good at this,” I murmur, surprised at how steady my voice sounds.

"The faster your heart beats, the harder I vibrate. Do you want to feel good, Mia? Then run." I step onto the treadmill. The belt starts to move. I start at a walk. 3.0 mph. Hummmmm. The vibrator purrs against my insides. It’s gentle. Barely there. Just a reminder of what I’m carrying. I bump the speed up. 4.5 mph. A light jog. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The vibration jumps. It matches the thud of my sneakers against the belt. It’s pleasant, a rhythmic teasing that makes my hips sway slightly more than necessary.

I move quickly through the empty streets, keeping to shadows out of habit rather than necessity, my steps soundless against cracked pavement as the city stretches outward in quiet ruin around me. This is familiar. This part I understand. Move. Disappear. Do not stay long enough to be remembered. But the feeling doesn’t fade. It doesn’t weaken. It follows. No— That’s not right. It isn’t following. It’s already there. I stop. Just for a second. Just long enough to close my eyes and focus inward instead of outward. And there it is. The bond. Not faint. Not broken. Alive. Connected. Unmistakable. My breath stills.

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!

I’m hоldіng mуѕеlf, starting to shake аnd рrауіng for a mіrасlе аѕ they trасk backward аnd forward оn both ѕіdеѕ of the саr. They’re nоt gіvіng up. Thе ѕеаrсh fоr me is thоrоugh еnоugh that I knоw thіѕ isn’t ѕоmе rаndоm сrіmе. The раіn in mу hеаd bеgіnѕ tо detach mе frоm my bоdу.

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.