Otherworldly Attraction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xenia The attraction I feel for him is unreal. It’s otherworldly and unnatural, and deep in my mind, I know something is not right, but the logical side of my brain has become fuzzy and distant. Resisting is too hard. My body is being pulled to him like a magnet and I’m not sure I can fight it. A part of me doesn’t want to… He turns with a drink and cut finger dripping blood, and I can’t take my eyes away. Soon he’s stalking towards me with a determined hunger in his eyes, only I’m the one feeling like a predator. The blood… it calls to me.

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I say aloud as I walk to take a shower. Finishing up my shower, I step out to dry off when my mind goes back to the kiss. ’The pull between us was almost as if something magical was happening but what on earth would a vampire and a wolf have in common? Absolutely nothing.’ I trail off in my head when my phone rings on the counter. I sigh, wrapping the towel around me, picking up my phone.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Ethan walked at a steady pace as he watched the back of Ann’s dark head. She defiantly fit in to the crowd now. Before, heads had turned when she walked down the street and men had seemed to fall aside with their tongues wagging. At least that’s what he always imagined. She had that effect on men, kind of like the coyote in the cartoons when steam shot out of its ears, and its eyes did the slot machine spin.

They needed the call. "No one really messes with me." She smirked as she unwrapped the bar of chocolate, her heart dancing with joy. Attracta had just exited the class headed for the next one, a chilled bottle of water in her hands. She walked into the rowdy class headed to her reserved seat beside Yetty when Tope approached her. "You act like you're untouchable huh? Like some... some demigod?" Tope ranted and Attracta couldn't look anymore puzzled.

Leera asks quietly. “Sabbax is the witch’s realm. Like the werewolves have Zabella and humans have Earth. Each paranormal being has their own realm populated with only their kind and their mates. Others can cross and visit and such, but it takes special approval to be accepted within another realm,” I try to explain as clearly as I can. “So, like when we, I mean humans, try to move to another country?” Her nose scrunches as she tries to piece everything together. “Yes, Sunshine, much like that.”

Her scent, her breath, the fire in her eyes… they were like dangerous potions making him lose his sanity. “Woman, what are you doing to me?” Noah whispered, still holding her hand. He wanted to tell her so much in that moment—how she haunted him, how he was bewitched, how he was having sleepless nights. How he could still feel the softness of her skin, how his body burned when he remembered the sensation of being inside her. Her tightness, how her walls clung to him, how she moaned and screamed his name… Ingrid’s lips moved, but no sound came out. That only made her look even more alluring. He was in big trouble. Being even five—no, ten—meters near her was lethal. He needed distance.

The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret. Days turned into weeks as she scoured Nyxterra for any sign of Elias. Each clue led her deeper into the heart of the world, revealing more of its dark, enigmatic nature. She encountered strange beings—phantom-like figures that seemed to drift in and out of existence, their forms barely distinguishable from the shadows around them. Some were lost souls, wandering the void of Nyxterra with no memory of their past lives. Others seemed to be guardians of the realm, watching her with inscrutable eyes.

"Right. Of course you don't." I turn to leave, but then his voice stops me. "You're an average," Nathan suddenly spits out, his voice sharp, frustrated. I freeze. "You're not half as sexy or pretty like most girls I know, so why the fuck am I attracted to you?" My heart stutters. I turn my back slowly to face him. The anger in his expression is raw, but underneath it, there's something else. Something almost... desperate. I know what he's trying to do.