Moving With Me Novels & Stories

I’ll die if I don’t. My hand slips under the waistband of my joggers, and inside my panties. I find my clit and bite my lip against a groan of relief, but the relief doesn’t last long. My fingers move in a familiar, circular motion over the bundle of nerves, my breathing picking up, my body tensing.

“Alright. Where?” I looked ahead. Through the windshield. Into the darkness. “Straight.” Cesare’s voice came low. “You’re sure?” No hesitation. “Yes.” The Movement The engine roared back to life. The car rolled forward again. And just like that— Rest was over. The New Path The road stretched endlessly ahead. Empty. Silent. But not for long. Because I could feel it now. Others. Not close. Not yet. But coming. The Truth I Accept “They’re not like him,” I said quietly.

But I can feel it. A direction. A pull. Stronger than before. More focused. “This way,” I say. Adrian doesn’t question it. He just moves with me. Or maybe I move with him. Or maybe we’re both just being carried now. The space around us warps again. The shapes fade. The watching presence recedes. But not entirely. I can still feel it. Still sense its attention lingering. Like it’s not done with us yet. The movement accelerates. Faster.

I explain my movement so that Elliot doesn’t think that it is all in my head. “At first, I didn’t pay soo much attention to it because I have been busy thinking over the events that happened between Meelah and I since we both returned back to silver city, moreso the road is big enough to accommodate any car that one’s to move, but as it is, this car has been following me closely for over 15 minutes and the car is still following me” I express in full blown panic. “Chill out, don’t be scared” he coos

Maybe, just maybe, she'll help me find the freedom I’ve been craving. As I lay in bed, my hands and feet crossed, staring up at the ceiling, I was too excited to even think about falling asleep. The anticipation of seeing Mia tomorrow kept me wide awake. I decided to try calming my restless mind with some soft instrumental music, hoping it would help me drift off. After a few minutes, the soothing melodies began to settle my thoughts, and soon, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the music still playing softly in my ears, the headphones still in place, as I slipped into a peaceful, dream-filled rest.

We left to head to WPD. She sprints the wheel and lets my body push me against the seat from the acceleration. That bar should not exist but there's nothing I can do to stop it from existing.

"They're regrouping. We need to move. Now." He started the engine. Maya twisted in her seat, looking back through the rear window. More shapes were emerging from the fog—too many, moving too fast. Her throat tightened. They weren't stopping. They were multiplying

"THERE IS A BOMB! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! RUN FASTER!" Maeve speeds up her pace, running in front of me before the house explodes. Suddenly I'm flying over Maeve, covering her with my entire body, before the world turns black.

Then I hear it…. “Is that Marcella?” “Who’s that guy?” “Wait… isn’t she dating Lucas?” My name. That’s when something cold slides down my spine. My heart stutters. Then starts pounding….harder, faster, heavier. A sudden rush of adrenaline hits me, sharp and disorienting. I don’t think, I just move. I push forward without thinking, my shoulders brushing past people, irritation rising with every step. “Move,” I mutter, low and tight, forcing my way through the small crowd.

I don’t know how I find the strength, but I’m moving before I can register it. I can hear people calling after me, but their words are nothing but whispers. I shuffle through the crowd, rushing out the door, the route I'm going barely visible. Someone taps me on the shoulder, the hand firm, and steadying. “River is driving,” Maddox says, guiding me towards the car. The drive to the northern road is hell. I sit in the passenger seat, staring out at the road like I can make it move faster. It hurts to breathe when she who I now breathe for isn’t here.