They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

If this truth surfaced, it could ruin everything—the company, his reputation, the carefully constructed life he’d built since losing Natalia. But beneath the fear was something else; it was a fragile hope, buried deep: maybe there was still a chance. A chance to reclaim what he’d lost. To be the father he’d never been. The door to his home office slid open quietly. His personal assistant, Clara, appeared, concern flickering across her face. “Mr. Carrington, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should rest—” He shook his head. “Not tonight, Clara. There’s something I need to do first.”

I am almost out. My hand has reached out for the gate. But just as my fingers brush the wire. I feel a hand grasp my legs and then pulls on my waist, pulling me back by force.

He keeps me under and I start to feel like I am going to fucking die. My instinct is to reach out, grab on my bonds and they all flare up. I see them as they look at me as if on a screen in my head. I see they are shouting and trying to reach out to me but they are not here, I outstretch my arms but I am pinned down and I can feel myself fading away. And then I am pulled out. I am coughing, crying, and heaving out water from my mouth. “did it work?” I am shaking, distorted, and trying to get away from him as fast as I can but he attempts to pull me under again. I can't go through that again!

I’m starting to get whiplash from the constant push and pull between Brock and me. While playing this game with the king of indecision is exhausting, there’s just something about Brock that keeps pulling me back in. Maybe it’s because when I see broken things, I want to fix them. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. Or maybe my intuition’s right- we’re supposed to be something to each other, and this is the universe’s way of throwing us together over and over to make sure that happens. Whatever it is, if that steamy make-out session in the woods last night is any indication, then I feel like the roller coaster ride he’s taking me on will be worth it.

"You're not getting it right.." I could have pulled away. I should have pulled away. But I didn't. And with one pull, I was back on his lap again.

Sam said quickly. Too quickly. Like he needed it to not be true. I turned my head slightly toward him. Slow. Measured. “Then explain why it feels like this.” My hand moved again— Pressing against my chest this time. Right where my heart should be racing. But it wasn’t just my heart. It was deeper than that. The Pull Something inside me— Was pulling toward that memory. Toward that man. Not emotionally. Instinctively. Like recognition without permission. The Woman Watches

I had to be strong now, and I knew if I looked into her eyes, I’d give up and stay. “You know you can come back anytime, right?” she said as I loaded my things into the taxi. I didn’t let Dad drive me either—he’d definitely try to convince me to stay. I just gave them a hug and got in the car. In their eyes, I saw they believed I’d be back in a matter of weeks, but that wasn’t happening. I’d never return to São Fernando again!

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty **** I stopped disappearing. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. The suspicion in Jason’s eyes, the quiet concern in Elian’s voice, even Kael’s forced jokes,were cracks in the dam. If I kept pulling away, they’d break through. And I couldn’t risk that. Not now. Not when the power inside me was still raw, still learning its own shape. So I came back.

I didn't know why. But i wanted her back. She thought I was judging. She didn't see me. Didn't see the pull. The pull that ma de me want to know everything about her. The pull I couldn't name. The pull that wouldn't let me forget. I stayed there until she disappeared from view. And the pull lingered. Waiting.

She ran back, but by the time she reached his side, he had cut the call. "Galata! We must go back! Leandro took Xavier."