Opposite Of Attraction Novels & Stories

“I don't know what you're getting at, but what attracted me most to him, I repeat, goes beyond the physical, it involves the emotional! Of course, the physicist also counted... I am not and have never been an easy woman to win over... In an interview before I met him, long before... I made it clear to my fans that, because of some traumatic events during my childhood and adolescence, I became repelled by men who insisted on approaching me ... My psychologist called it “unwanted attractiveness syndrome”. When you have a very attractive appearance, “a feeling of repudiation is created due to excessive harassment”, according to the specialist.

“Or why you are.” The chamber was thick with the scent of them. Wolf pheromones, humming to claim. Dragon heat, liquefying their desires. The wild storm of something neither could deny much longer. Attraction. This step had blurred a line that tapered into an unknown future. They turned from each other, in a bid to dampen the flames. Neither, expecting the pull of fate that day.

"This isn't making sense. I'd never heard of him. He'd never heard of me." I took a deep breath and tried to explain, "Sometimes...it's a rare thing...but sometimes there's an attraction too strong to resist. An invisible pull that even though you shouldn't give into, you can't resist, no matter the consequences or repercussions. Call it chemistry. Call it love at first sight." The waiter took our empty glasses and brought full ones. "Was that you and my father?" I smiled. "No. An attraction that strong never dies." Alexandria sat back and stared. Her expression turned as if the words she were about to utter tasted sour. "You and Alton?"

"If you do not believe me then…I would show you what attraction is…" "It is not physical" "Oh, it is and it is standing right in front of you."

His jaw clenched, his eyes flashing in anger, and I wondered if it was really because of those memories. "I rejected you. Shouldn’t that have ended it?" "I didn’t accept it." He said tersely. "Regardless of the bond, I still want to get to know you. If not as a mate, can we at least be friends?" "You and I are so different that being ‘friends’ isn’t possible." I picked up the coffee and took a gulp before placing my mug down again. "Ever heard of opposites attract?" "Ever heard of stop being so pushy?"

I didn't know what to even ask him because I was not in any relationship with Snow. I just got to understand how I felt for her and even though I have accepted it I don't think Snow would accept my feelings so lightly. I mean from what I know about her she obviously won't want something like this. I knew that well. I don't know how I was supposed to confess my feelings for her.I knew for certain now that I was falling in love with her. What was even attractive about Snow? Is not as if she dressed ladylike or had the best behavior but I just liked her for her nothing else.

Yet, amid the uncertainty, a glimmer of intrigue beckoned me forward, encouraging me to embrace the journey of discovery. Undeniably, a magnetic pull of attraction tugged at the edges of my emotions. Silas, with his ancient allure and the grace that bespoke centuries of existence, held a magnetic charm that resonated with the primal aspects of my being. The mate bond, like an invisible thread, drew me closer to him, weaving an intricate dance that mirrored the ebb and flow of the moonlit tide.

“If you’re compatible, Sir, even the smell of printer ink would be attractive.” She looked at the laptop screen after pressing the keyboard one last time. “In summary, attraction isn’t just about butterflies—it’s a complex biological process involving dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, adrenaline, and pheromones. Our bodies are wired to crave connection—both emotionally and physically.” She gave a slight head tilt and took a deep breath. “That’s all, Sir. Thank you.”

Daniella didn’t just take up space—she consumed it. She devoured attention and affection. She basked in the limelight, absorbing every flicker of love until nothing remained for anyone else. Gabriella had spent her life in the periphery, a silhouette cast in her sister’s incandescent glow.

Telling Nick about this was a mistake. “It is just an attraction. It will fade away.” I refuted, trying to put off the claim in his mind. “You know what they say?” He rested his elbows on the table. “Attraction is based on what you see. Crush or Infatuation is based on what you feel. But true love is based on what you feel.” I raised my eyebrows, wondering what all his speech was about. “It is a gradual process. Attraction to crush, then to love.” I let out a laugh at his ridiculous thinking.