Unexpected Attraction Novels & Stories

Dear Ida, My mother recently got remarried. Her new husband, Bill, has a nineteen-year-old son named Alec, who I hadn’t met until about three weeks ago. He’d been away at college but came home to stay with us for the summer. Here’s the problem: I’m finding myself overwhelmingly attracted to Alec. And from the way things feel between us—the kind of electric, suffocating tension that’s impossible to ignore—I think it’s mutual. But is it wrong to be drawn to my stepbrother like this?

It was frustrating how the feeling that I was most familiar with didn't choose to come back to me, at all. I could think of one way to calm myself, to poise the unwanted, weird, unnamed feeling. Without any further ado, I dialled her number. "Hello, Aahir, how are...." I interrupted in my gruff voice, "Fuck the pleasantries Jenny, I need you to be at my place." "Will be there in twenty, handsome." Subsequent to the end of the phone call, I wondered if her taste could help me get better, fine, and normal. By normal, I meant no feelings, no sentiments, no eccentric emotions, and lastly no Aditi.

Huddled against all that vital, masculine strength, she felt more confused than ever. They both could have been killed today. Her attraction to him was wrong, especially here and now, but she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to his nearness. It was a simple biological response to surviving a deadly situation. What she really wanted was his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest, but wasn’t about to act on it. She decided to make the most of the comfort he offered and closed her eyes, savoring his warmth and strength. After a few minutes the trembling in her muscles stopped. They drove toward Saidu Sharif in silence. She suspected the men stayed quiet to calm her down as much as to

I flicked my eyes open to see Cornel who towered over me with his face hovering over mine. The expression that his face entailed was dark and cold. It didn't look like affection, it looked like I was about to be devoured by my predator. He strengthened his grip around my waist and trailed his fingers on my face. He licked his lower lips as I shuddered at the thought of what he was about to do. The rapid beat from my heart calmed as he released his grip around my waist, taking me by surprise. He suddenly grabbed my ass cheek and tightened his grip around it, and I winced in pain.

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

He left her and stabbed his fingers in his hair. Her mouth fell to the floor. She felt so repelled that her face paled. And seeing her pale face made him leave her. His instincts kicked in. He wanted to embrace her and take back those words just to cheer her up. The witch was affecting him emotionally just like Magda had affected his father. Was she weaving a spell? He tried to resist getting attracted to her thinking that she was creating a spell of charm around him. She moved away from him. “I don’t— I don’t know how to charm people.”

"This isn't making sense. I'd never heard of him. He'd never heard of me." I took a deep breath and tried to explain, "Sometimes...it's a rare thing...but sometimes there's an attraction too strong to resist. An invisible pull that even though you shouldn't give into, you can't resist, no matter the consequences or repercussions. Call it chemistry. Call it love at first sight." The waiter took our empty glasses and brought full ones. "Was that you and my father?" I smiled. "No. An attraction that strong never dies." Alexandria sat back and stared. Her expression turned as if the words she were about to utter tasted sour. "You and Alton?"

"This isn't making sense. I'd never heard of him. He'd never heard of me." I took a deep breath and tried to explain, "Sometimes...it's a rare thing...but sometimes there's an attraction too strong to resist. An invisible pull that even though you shouldn't give into, you can't resist, no matter the consequences or repercussions. Call it chemistry. Call it love at first sight." The waiter took our empty glasses and brought full ones. "Was that you and my father?" I smiled. "No. An attraction that strong never dies." Alexandria sat back and stared. Her expression turned as if the words she were about to utter tasted sour. "You and Alton?"

She turned her phone toward me. I glanced at it and waved it off. “We don’t.” She leaned forward. “So you don’t like him anymore?” “I’m not thirteen or sixteen anymore, Fi.” “That’s not what I asked.” I sighed, staring into my drink. “I don’t know. I just know he makes me feel things. A lot of things. It makes me wonder if that’s why I couldn’t have sex with Brandon. Maybe I only want Kyle. Does that make me crazy?”

The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again. But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong. I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and awaken something within me that I never knew existed.