They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

The end. Suddenly, something yanked me back—hard. I gasped, arms flailing, my body jolting with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. My fall stopped and my legs struggled to steady themselves on the edge of the ledge. A pair of fingers dug into my arm replacing the sensation of the wind pulling me down. “No Mia Cara... What are you doing?” she yelled, dragging me back with force.

She is gonna miss her. "I told you I will be back before you know it. Don't be sad cause I'm going to face time you every day." "Let me just dropped you off." Sarah said still feeling sad. The feeling of being lonely overwhelmed her. But she knew she will be back as she said. ~~~~ She was coming back from Ava's house after dropping her off. She nod her head of the rhymes of the music booming from her phone that was connected to her car. "Shit!" She yelled stepping hard on the break and it finally stopped just before she it the man. She ran down to check the man.

Hungry. “No,” I whisper, but my voice cracks. The pull grows stronger, yanking me forward with a force that feels ancient… destined. My heart pounds against my ribs like it wants to escape. I try to resist—turn away, step back—but my feet keep moving. One step. Another. And another. The world around me blurs. The trees fade. The cold wind brushing against my skin becomes nothing but background noise. All I can focus on is that pull, like my soul is being reeled in by something I can’t see.

" I had the option to slap him. However, since doing anything else would have felt too much like giving him what he wanted, I simply turned around and left. I didn’t mean to follow the pull because it was late and my body was exhausted. My brain was fried. But the pull didn’t care. It started in my chest again. A gentle pull that gets sharper. It simply became worse, even though I believed I could ignore it. So I followed it. Across the yard. Past the trees. To the back of the Beaumonts’ house. A shed. I’d never noticed it before. It looked normal but old and rusty. Half-covered in vines. But the moment I touched the door, the pull stopped.

Everyone knew that. I should have turned back. Instead, something pulled me forward, a magnetic, irresistible tug deep in my chest that I couldn’t explain. My feet moved on their own. I passed through the double doors sealing off the east wing—surprisingly no guards tonight—and shut them quietly behind me. The banging grew louder, more rhythmic, vibrating through the stone floors. The pull intensified, making my skin tingle and my pulse race.

My face fell, “Well I’m sorry I’m not filthy rich like you. I don’t have the funds for a secure place, but my apartment is my own. I worked for it, I bought it. And I will stay in it. I am not going to live in fear.” I turned to leave. But he hand grasped my wrist, pulling me back, and wasn’t that what he had always done pulled me back to him, to memories, to meetings by his own design. Pulled me back to that throught of the boy I had loved, pulled me back into believing that we could end this. That there was a chance that Artymov would pay for what he had done. Pulled me back. Every. Damn.Time “You almost died Drea,” I stalled at the shortening of my name, such a rarity for him even though

But running was no longer an option, not if I wanted to keep my sanity—or whatever was left of it. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my racing heart. My body was on the edge of losing control, and it was getting harder to fight it. The need, the pull, it was like a magnet tugging at me, urging me to go back, to give in. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

He leaned down and cupped my face as he looked at me, saying with a serious tone, "Christine, since you've already started this, then you need to see it to the end." On the seventh day in Harbor City, Jerome Sloan, a friend from Gold City, suddenly sent me a message. "Christine, when are you coming back to Gold City?" I replied, "I don't have any plans to return for now." Jerome: "Everyone misses you. Jorgie's birthday is in a few days. Why don't you come back and join us?" Me: "No, just send him my regards. I'll send a gift over." Jerome: "Alright then. Take care of yourself."

“She’s better off without you. So do yourself a favor and walk away before you embarrass yourself.” Eric’s face darkens, and for a moment, it looks like he’s about to throw a punch. Instead, he leans in “You might think you’ve got her wrapped around your finger, but Mia and I have history. She’ll come back to me. She always does.” The air between us feels charged and it takes every self restraint in me not to throw a punch. My fists clench at my sides. I’m moments away from responding when her voice cuts through the room.

Killian asks. "Turn the car around," I tell him, "and drive until I ask you to stop." He nods and kicks the car into gear, pulling it into reverse. We started heading back to the same route we were coming from. A few minutes into the ride, the maddening pain starts to fade gradually, getting replaced by an unbearable intense pull that is almost pulling me out of the car. "Killian, stop the car." I groan. The car halts instantly. I push outside, staggering towards the nearby woods; the exact direction of the unbearable pull.