They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

"Come back to me! Come back to me!" Shawn, come back to me! Shawn! It was her voice. She was calling me back. I felt a strong pull in my chest. A sudden push threw me backward. "Come back to me! I'm sorry. I love you!" I opened my eyes.

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.

"Goodnight, Garrett." I make myself walk away. Make myself not look back, even though every instinct screams to stay. Back in my quarters, I collapse onto my bed, mind racing. That pull. That overwhelming, consuming pull toward her. Kodiak keeps calling her our mate, keeps insisting there's something more here.

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."

He dared to treat me like I’m nothing. The audacity of it all is like a slap in the face. He’s trying to push me aside, to replace me with her. Mia. Always Mia. I thought we had finally gotten rid of her by throwing her in jail but I was wrong. She’s back now and it’s clear that Eric is determined to bring her back into his life. But I won’t let that happen. I won’t let myself get tossed aside like I don’t matter. Eric is mine. And it’s going to stay that way.

Not by a long shot. And something—or someone—wanted me back.

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.

I staggered, my vision going black for a second, my breath hitching as a force unlike anything I'd ever felt took hold of me. And then—I wasn’t running anymore. I was being pulled. “Now, go back to mate!"

It blurred my vision. I was still struggling to find my way back when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the slide. The warm touch felt familiar. Kevin.