Moving With Me Novels & Stories

“I’m coming for you.” Then to my men: “Get him in the truck. We are moving now.” .

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.

--- Movement Assistants move faster than usual. Phones ring more frequently. Conversations are shorter. Less casual. More deliberate. --- The Difference Yesterday— People were watching. Today— People are adjusting. --- My Steps I walk toward my desk. Measured. Composed. But my awareness sharpens with every step. Because this— This doesn’t feel random. --- The First Sign I open my tablet. The schedule loads. Everything looks correct. At first. --- The Detail Then I notice it. A meeting moved by ten minutes.

Follow me. "Sure." ***

No fight, no argument, no resistance. I slid into the car slowly, my movements mechanical. The door shut. And just like that— It was over. Or at least… it was supposed to be. The car started moving. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t, because I knew… If I did— I might not leave at all, and I had already chosen… right?

I wiped my face with my sleeve. ME: So are you. My Baby❤️: Maybe a little. My Baby❤️: I love you. ME: I love you too. Text me when you're in the air. My Baby❤️: Okay. The plane started moving. I watched it roll toward the runway. Then it sped up. Faster and faster. Then it lifted off the ground and climbed into the sky. I watched until it was just a tiny speck. Then until I couldn't see it at all.

In fact, I even found myself thanking Noah for distancing himself from me and treating me like trash because I wouldn't have met Asher otherwise. "Asher…" I slithered my arms around his waist and started groping his muscles, slowly sliding my hand dangerously lower. I was toying with danger, and I knew it. Memories from that half-drunken one-night stand immediately flooded my mind as my body started reacting naturally to him. Suddenly, sounds of footsteps appeared outside the car, and it quickly snapped me out of my reverie. I recalled that Noah's car seemed to have been parked somewhere nearby. Noah wasn't the only one talking toward me—even the other people I'd seen in the office were also

It was my way of reminding him to let himself go as well. His body jolted as if struck. His head snapped up, eyes locking on mine with terrifying intensity. "That's never going to happen!" His voice was a low snarl. "You can give up on that idea right now. In this life, and in the next one, you are never leaving me."

Praying for… I don’t waste another second. “Move,” I tell the men around me as I grab my jacket. “We’ve got something.” Just like me, they don’t waste time. In seconds they’re moving before I even reach the door.