Synonym Attraction Novels & Stories

How could the taste of a single woman do such a thing? “There have been reports of humans who have particular blood types that attract our kind,” he begins, grabbing a book that sits on his desk and then passing it to me. “It’s all in here. They’re called attrahere, and they are meant to be by the ones who crave them.” Eyes widening, I take in what I’m being told, but I can’t seem to believe it. How could a single human possibly be worthy of being by my side? She was only good enough to play with until I’d had my fill; that was it.

How can dislike be suddenly replaced with something as strong as attraction? I thought the attraction on my part was because I felt sympathy towards him and I appreciate his good looks and because I am just using this to whilst away time to make me forget my sorrows and failure in keeping my man. What do I make of this? What is going on between Antonio and I? As much as I don't want this and I want to tell him that I don't want to go on any date with any man, I am tongue-tied and I can't seem to form a word.

"Adrian, you're not thinking clearly. You're traumatized, you're grateful for protection, and you're confusing those feelings with attraction." "Don't tell me what I'm feeling," Adrian said, standing up, moving toward me. "I know the difference between gratitude and attraction. I've been attracted to you since the moment you walked into my apartment. The way you move, the way you take control, the way you make me feel safe. That's not gratitude. That's desire." He was close now. Close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He said. "And how would you know that?" I asked. "Because let me guess, you think she's beautiful. You can't stop thinking about her. You think there's a different way she makes you feel than the other girls and women you've encountered. Do you not understand what attraction means?" "That doesn't still make any sense. I barely know this girl."

The sight of his sharp fangs hinted at an allure from realms beyond, an intoxicating blend of fascination and danger. A beguiling fusion of magnetism and peril coalesced, forming an irresistible power that ensnared her gaze within the confines of his portrait. Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

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.

I teased. “You can’t honestly say that you haven’t felt any of the signs of our mate bond.” “It’s hard to know that I’ve felt the bond if I have no idea what a mate bond is supposed to feel like,” I hedged. “An inexplicable attraction, a powerful pull towards someone, I’ve heard that sometimes mates experience signs of a mate before meeting them.” “You’ve heard? You haven’t experienced it before?”

“And I want to fuck you on the kitchen counter before the coffee’s even done brewing.” I laughed, the sound light and freeing. “That sounds like a perfect day.” “But deeper…” he continued, his gaze intense. “I want a bond. Not just bodies. Souls. I want you to feel what I feel, even when I can’t say it. I want to be so connected that your pleasure is my pleasure, your peace is my peace.” He swallowed. “The beast… it’s possessive. It howls that you’re mine. But the man… the man wants to be yours. Wholly. Completely.”

She became a quiet, constant part of my life. Over time, a subtle closeness formed between us, a silent acknowledgment of a bond. I felt it, a quiet spark of attraction. She felt it too. But then everything shifted. Other girls in town began vying for my attention, flocking around me wherever I went. And her quiet concern twisted into something darker. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Seduction.