They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

It’s like something is pulling me down. And I am not wrong. There is something…in the water.

If I hadn't stopped Manav, maybe the little child would have been injured. "I remember this incident. The little boy was injured because he was hit by a car; today it was the same. The incident almost happened again. That little boy and his clothes were the same. Is it true that I went back to the past? Did God really give me a second chance?" I kept thinking about everything that was happening, and there was one thing I could do: go to the hospital and have my womb checked. "Let's go to the hospital first," I said to Manav.

“I know that this is our point of return. Whenever life gets too heavy, whenever we lose ourselves again, whenever we forget who we truly are… we come back.” “Are you promising you’ll come back?” Luka asked, too serious to hide it. “I’m promising that if I can’t come back on my own, I hope one of you pulls me.” Zion laughed, his voice already breaking. “You got it. I’ll drag you back by the ears if I have to.” “We’ll come back,” Elias said with quiet certainty. “Whenever we need to.” Luka looked at the sea, then at the house, then at them.

My body feels wrong again, stronger than it should be, lighter in ways that make little sense. Something pulls at me immediately. The bond. It tightens abruptly, pulling my awareness toward the west wing and Kieran. I can feel him, even from here. The pull is strong enough that it almost makes me take a step forward without thinking. I stop myself. If I go to him now, I already know what will happen. I will give in. I will let him pull me into something safe and consuming, and I will lose whatever edge I still have left. I can’t afford that.

Before I could grasp what was happening… I got pulled back. “Who’s there…!” I screamed.

That sensation of being split apart hadn't completely faded, and I instinctively pulled back. "Wait, Aiden..."

Not yet. But there was no denying the strange pull I felt toward them. “Because,” I replied calmly through the link, “they’re with me.”

"I need someone to push back. It's how my thinking moves." "Then use me for that. Every time." He held my gaze. "That's what I want to be for you. The person who pushes back so your thinking moves." The pull of that, the specific intimacy of being known precisely, moved through me in a way I didn't try to stop. "You already are," I said.

All I could think of was Darius — his voice, his smirk — and the way it would sound when I tore the life from his throat. There was no hesitation left in me. "Yes," I said. "Send me back." "Very well," the voice murmured. The air shimmered, and suddenly the ground beneath me began to crack open. A pool of light surged upward, spiraling into a vortex. It roared with a power I could feel in my bones, pulling me toward it. My voice shook. "What is that?" "The way back." The pull grew stronger, tearing at my form like I was smoke caught in a storm.