Undeniable Attraction Novels & Stories

She had her eyes out for a certain guy, he had amazing black soft hair that fell in front of his face when he walked and he’d push it back with one hand while looking at the female target of the day. One day, she finally got him to look at her, she didn’t expect things to go as far as exchanging numbers and that made her very optimistic about the both of them. How she wished she thought a little harder about it, deep down she knew that the only thing that attracted her to him were his looks. He was the most ungenerous man she had ever met, so full of himself and he enjoyed over shadowing his partner’s presence. It was sad that she stuck with him through that bad treatment, to her, he was sti

He said to me and I frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about. All that PDA-" I tried explaining. "-was not because of the contract." Aiden cut short my statement. "The Damien I know would not just skip work to stand up for someone who he claims not to be attracted to." He pointed out. I scoffed. "Of course I'm attracted to her, who wouldn't be?" I asked rhetorically. Ariana was an epitome of beauty and all round sexiness. I would be crazy to not be attracted to a wife who looked like that.

Those tight dark volleyball shorts did right by most butts, yet Dixon's butt was the most amazing aspect of going to Carmen's games. It fixed, flexed and wiggled like it had an unmistakable overflow of energy. His dick began to harden once more. It wasn't simply seeing a topless young girl, it was seeing a topless young girl who played volleyball with his sister that was getting to him. The picture of her dark tits would be signed into his cerebrum until the end of time.

She had been gushing over him ever since, her commentary growing progressively more graphic with each mention. Anny couldn't blame her. She herself had formed an immediate, visceral attraction to the man, something far beyond simple liking, far beyond the innocent admiration one might feel for an objectively handsome face. It was a pull, a gravitational force that seemed to bend the very air around him. But she couldn't tell Morgan that. She couldn't tell anyone.

"Only YOU are hurting me, Cedric! Only YOU are the one destroying everything here! I have never done or said anything to hurt you, never once in all these years, yet you are treating me like I am the source of all your pain and problems? How did I become such a huge mistake and burden in your eyes? Tell me! Tell me exactly what did I do wrong so I can finally understand!" "You did nothing wrong Luna! That is exactly the point I have been trying to explain to you over and over again!" Cedric shouted loudly, his face flushed red and eyes burning with obvious frustration and irritation toward me. "You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but

Mrs koloski comes lumbering out of her office and says into my ear; " you made a fuckin sale. About time, don't you think. Come." She leads me into her office. " His name is Logan Hunter." Mrs koloski lights a cigarette, wheezes into a hanky and wipes her chin. She leans back in her chair. She was once a vouge model. She was the belle dame sans merci of beat poets and abstract expressonists. Now she's two hundred and eighty pounds, tough skinned and nasty when she needs to be. In her shaggy quack of a voice, she tells me.

he replies, squeezing my shoulder and walking for the door. Two months later... I know Sloan isn’t the type to believe in fairytales, but I sit in the chair next to her every day for these past months reading every fairytale book you could imagine to her. As I’m closing the book, the door creaks open, revealing Aspen. “Hello Mr. Russo, I am here to change Ms. Michel’s sheets. Would you mind lifting her for me?” She asks, stepping to the closet, taking a fresh set out. I smile and stand to my feet. “Of course,” I replied, picking Sloan up and holding her in my arms tightly as Aspen made the bed. “There we go all finished, Sir,” she declares, placing the old sheets in the laundry basket. I put

"The unexplainable attraction. A mate pull or a coincidence." It couldn't all be a coincidence. I turned the book open. I need to know.

Like all those years I relentlessly thought of him meant nothing. Above all, was Declan's stature and frame. My goodness, just seeing Declan shirtless could make any woman's system go haywire. He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, his charisma, his whole attitude has always been attractive to me. Like him or hate him, Declan Denning was a very charming man.

It’s her beauty and words that attract me to get closer and closer to her with every possible day which we intimately spent and I can not think of letting her go, her body starts to feel like addiction to me which is a beautiful feeling but scary at the exact moment to me. I can not promise myself any longer that I can stop fucking her if she tries to look bold and pretty in front of me. I just can not stop myself from digging her cave when it matches mine. We both are like heaven and hell which can not be together but can not be without each other. The attraction is just like a fire that does not look like it’s going to stop burning in any short moment. It almost feels like the flame is tur