The Law Of Attraction Novels & Stories

I say aloud as I walk to take a shower. Finishing up my shower, I step out to dry off when my mind goes back to the kiss. ’The pull between us was almost as if something magical was happening but what on earth would a vampire and a wolf have in common? Absolutely nothing.’ I trail off in my head when my phone rings on the counter. I sigh, wrapping the towel around me, picking up my phone.

CRYSTAL POV So, I have a theory. Hating something always feels like disturbingly being infatuated with it. It can be anything; be it a person, a certain type of tree, a breed of dog, or even some kind of food. Whenever you see them, or simply think about them, your stomach will start twisting and flipping, your appetite goes in cahoots with your body, your sleep is shredded and your heart beats heavily nearly jumping out of the cage of your ribs and clothes. The sparks of adrenalin make your skin sweaty, your pupils dilate and your body is barely in control of everything that you are feeling. In my terms, that thing over there is called a Negative Law of Attraction.

“Habit is a practice of consistency within your soul, imprinted in the your spirit and often triggered by sight, hearing or memories." “Hmm, that sounds complicated… but I’ll take it. I like the way you explain stuffs, especially when you’re calm headed,” he scoffs. “In other words, my attraction to you is toxic, for both of us I suppose—like old habit that never dies.” “Hmm, this is kinda turning me on.”

What now? "Hey, my dear." She began packing up the empty plates on the well furnished table in front of us. I liked her English accent. "How're you doing?" "I'm fine," I responded, quite uncomfortable. She smiled. "I think you've got it wrong. I mean, not like you've done anything bad. But see, your shirt says "like charges attract". I'm an illiterate, but my daughter in college made me understand that unlike charges attract." "Oh, really?" I smiled back at her. "How do you know how you read this?"

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

"I am going to help you. I am going to teach you everything you need to know, I will give you all the power, status, and authority you need, and I will help you transform completely into the woman everyone admires, respects, and desires. But…" He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice turning deeper, softer, and full of hidden emotions. "...in exchange, you have to agree to my one condition and one deal." "What deal Arthur?" I whispered, my heart beating faster and louder inside my chest. "Pretend to be with me," Arthur said clearly and slowly, every word hitting directly deep inside my mind and heart. "Pretend that you have fallen in love with me, pretend that I am the person

"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.

Walter’s sudden question query verbalized my deepest fears, this question was hiding in my consciousness for a long time. After my enrollment ceremony, I not only felt divine powers, but mate-pull, the one Ivy always talked about. “Soulmates are two souls bonded by love, Luna! You are a human that’s why you aren’t feeling the natural attraction between mates. Mate-pull is a rogue force, intertwining two souls with the strong forces of emotions. That’s why your reactions become more intense after our first interaction with our mate’s. How can I put it in simple words, it’s like being hypnotized, attracted towards a magnet like an iron nail.”

“Or, if I am, I’m judging myself just as harshly.” “Have you heard of the Rule of Three?” Shelley asks. Tom and I both shake our heads. “The Rule of Three, or the Threefold Law, says that whatever you put into the world will be returned to you threefold. I use my magic to do harm, knowing that if I do so with anger, or jealousy, or fear, or a desire for power then that negative energy will come back to me, some day, somehow. I will pay for my actions, for good or for ill.”

“The concept is called The Quiet Magnet. It’s about attraction without trying.” Picture this,” She gestured, as if she directing a scene. “A ballroom, chandeliers, bright lights. Voice-over: ‘Some follow. Others lead.’ A woman in silk glides through the crowd, cameras flash, and heads turn. Voice-over continues: ‘But the rare ones, they simply exist and the world follows.’ The woman doesn’t look back. Just smiles.” A beat. Then softly— “Lure. For those who don’t chase, but attract.”