When She Pulls Away Novels & Stories

Before I finished the sentence she stared at me in disbelief and turned away, she walked away . I was about to go after her when someone pulled me back by the arm and spun me around. “Don't follow her, it was good she saw this”

she mutters, then turns on her heels and marches deeper into the boutique, pulling me with. She doesn’t even look back. I do. Just a little. Just enough to see the fleet of SUVs pulling away like a convoy retreating from a scandal.

The pull was undeniable, the need so strong it almost broke him. He took a step forward, and then another. But as his eyes narrowed in on her trembling form, Aria’s mind snapped back into focus. No. The word was like a cold slap to her senses. Her legs moved before she could think. She spun on her heel, racing toward the door. She had to get away. She couldn’t let him see her like this. She couldn’t let him get close enough to smell the bond, to feel the way her wolf was already reaching out to him.

“That’s my cravings,” She told him when she pulled away. When he still didn’t react, she felt disappointment bubble inside her. She had been right about him not wanting her anymore, she started to pull away, wanting to be out of his sight so that she could lick her wound in her room but then he pulled her back to him and claimed her lips with his.

She starts to scream, "Someone is pulling me away from you!" "Smith, please hold my hand tightly!" The darkness is engulfing Smith mercilessly. She tries to grab his hand but fails. Someone makes her unable to move, and keeps pulling him away from her. "Please don't take me away from him!" She wakes up panting heavily and touches her cheek, which is already soaked by her tears.

Pulling closer as she too jerks. “You have passed the first trial.”

If she pushes my limits, she’ll suffer the consequences. In the end, she makes the smart choice and backs off. She turns around with a huff and walks away, but not like someone who was defeated. More like someone who is merely retreating to plot something.

she whispered. "Can't what?" "Whatever this is. Whatever you're thinking." "You don't know what I'm thinking." "I know that look." I knelt beside the chair, bringing us to eye level. "What look?" "The one that says you want something you can't have." "Who says I can't have it?" "You do. Every time you push me away." She was right. I did push her away. Every time she got too close, every time I felt that dangerous pull toward her, I retreated behind cruelty and distance.

But on the other hand, the knock seemed to have awakened something inside her and a moment later, she quickly pulled away from me. “Are you okay?” I whispered, shocked by the sudden mood shift. She cleared that truth, moving away from me. “Y-yes. I’m fine. I think I just need some air.” She replied, quickly walking towards the door. Her attempt at escaping. The moment she walked past me, my hand stretched out, blocking her path and holding her in place. She went rigid. Sorry that one would be surprised. It was the same woman tugging at my cloak a few moments ago.

I held her hand. Kaira looked at me and pulled her hands away. “That’s not what I mean”. She walked out on me.