Undeniable Attraction Novels & Stories

Debt Unpaid Valenticia's Pov: I was unable to look away from the guy. It wasn’t only that he was handsome — he was the kind of handsome that commanded attention. His features were sharp, precise, almost frigid, but in a way that invited me closer rather than pushing me away. There was something magnetic about him, an aura that made it difficult not to watch, even when there was a kind of chill that emanated from him.

And it took the greatest soul searching to finally come to terms with it. I was attracted to Pierre in ways I have never been attracted to anyone before. It was something so strange, yet so beguiling. The attraction. A lot of people have come up with some ways to describe it. The yearning, the annoying rush of excitement, the sparkle whenever their name pops up, yadah yadah. To me, it was the total opposite. It was the serenity that seemed to overwhelm me. His gentleness and caring nature allured me further to him. Pierre was perfect in all the ways I could all think of. Always wearing a small smile on his face like life was all merry like there was no sin in this world.

If he’s looking for company, send him my way. A nasty suspicion pricking the back of her neck, Sophia turned and glanced towards the man who was attracting so much attention. Damian lounged at a table in the far corner of the taverna. Even without the expensive suit there was an unmistakable air of wealth and power about him, and yet she knew women stared not because of the promise of riches but because his raw masculine appeal promised sex as they’d never had it before. He attracted women like iron filings to a magnet with no apparent effort on his behalf. Perhaps that was why, she thought numbly.

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.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

Goldiva's POV Two weeks later.. All my life, I wanted happiness. And when I saw a picture of Bruce my mum showed me, I predicted my happiness was assured. He was so handsome. When I saw him in real life, my breath hitched, and my heart jolted in my chest. He was so tall, muscular, and manly. He looked so hot and intimidating. I still replayed the way he spoke in my head. His voice was so deep and sexy and within seconds, I got attracted to him.

She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants. Unit 3 - The Clean-Up Team, Dimitri who's got piercings all over his face click his tongue while looking smug. Dimitri is blunt and unflinching, a man hardened by years of dirty work. He’s built by war, his hands scarred from countless operations. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He is known for being meticulous since he ensures nothing is left behind when he cleans.

Len announced, his voice snapping the tension in the car. I felt it immediately. As a rogue, crossing into a formal territory is like walking into a wall of static. The Pack Link—the invisible psychic tether that bound Len to his people—was thick here. It felt like a thousand eyes were suddenly pressed against my skin, weighing my worth and finding it wanting. Khanna must have felt the shift in my energy. She reached out, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was the only thing keeping me from jumping out of the moving vehicle and running back to the neutral zones.

I pretended to think deeply, but instead of dragging it out, I answered directly, “My type of girl is someone who can tame me.” “Tame you? Hmmm…” Aiah’s brows furrowed as she tried to analyze my words, clearly lost in thought. I saw Dylan shake his head slightly, obviously not agreeing with his friend’s nonsense. “What do you think of my mom, Uncle?” Aiah asked again. “Your mom? She’s pretty, talented, and a strong woman.” I smiled as I remembered how George fell for her mother. “Really? You think so?” There was a spark of excitement in her voice.

I knew it would work. We were sitting beside each other so he leaned towards me. "If some people don't have the spark and chemistry, they can not act it out. Fortunately for us, we have the pull, spark and everything romantic. You just need to remind yourself how to breath whenever I get close to you. Like right now, you need to breath Livi, your face is turning red."