Back And Better Than Ever Novels & Stories

I let the sentence trail off on purpose. Whatever Sienna imagined made her jump back. She protested, saying, "Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! Who knew you'd attack me!" I nodded seriously. "Next time, don't even think about waking me up. I don't sleep lightly, and this time I only punched you once. Who knows what could happen next time? "But I'm a kind person. Since you woke me up just this once, I won't hold it against you." With that, I lay back down.

After all those years together, it was the first time Ryan had ever called out to me like that. I stared at him blankly. "What do you want?" His eyes held something close to pleading. "I came to take you back." I looked at him in confusion. "Back where? I live here." Ryan reached for me again, but I stepped out of reach. "I mean back to where you really belong." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you."

"I can give you another chance! Let's make everything go back to the way it was. You'll still be my wife and Beau's mother. I can inject funds into Joss Tech to keep it running! "I just want everything to return to how it used to be!" Harvey's voice was cold, but with every word he spoke, he felt his strength draining away. His posture remained proud and aloof, but his eyes betrayed fear and despair. He was like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, insisting he was fine, even as he teetered on the brink of collapse. Elara turned to look at him. Her expression was cold and indifferent, tinged with unmistakable annoyance as she asked, "Harvey, do you regret it now?"

“You would think people would find a better-tasting hangover cure since your ancient college days.” “Are you calling me ancient?” I ask as I slip into the bed beside her. “Yes, but I love your ancient butt. Can I open my eyes now?” “Yeah.” She opens her eyes and looks at me. “How do you feel?” “Better. Thank you, your vintage cure worked.” “Vintage? You called it ancient a minute ago.” “Ancient is outdated. Vintage never goes out of style, and that’s what you are.” I smile as I lean in, kiss her forehead, and wrap her in a tight embrace.

That’s what needs to happen. “I’ve known you since high school, man. And those years you spent with her? You were the best version of yourself. After you let her go, I was sure you’d lose it completely. You were spiraling. Then suddenly, she’s back, and guess what? You’re better.” “I’ve always been fine,” I mutter.

“Do you want me to take it back?” “NO!” His response was so fast that I couldn’t help but be amused. “Don’t you dare take it back,” he tightened his arms around me. Something clicked. “Never. Ever. Take it back. Do you hear me?” “I do.” He looked relieved when genuine happiness claimed his entire face. “Say it again for me.” “What? That I’m imperfect? I don’t think it’s nice to remind someone of their shortcomings...” I teased, suppressing a grin that was threatening to spill from the corners of my mouth.

Later That Afternoon — Astoria, Queens The sun dipped lower over Queens, casting warm amber light across rows of modest brownstones and flowering stoops. The air was quiet on this particular block, the kind of silence that only came in the lull between school let-out and dinner. A sleek black Mercedes eased to a stop at the curb.

he said. "They have come back to themselves," I said. "They have come back to the pack. They have come back to the light. They have come back to hope. They have come back to love. They have come back to each other. They have come back home. They have come back to the place where they belong."

Not boyfriends or whatever. Kai’s thumb starts drawing its lazy circles on her back again and she feels the tension drain from her a bit at a time. Her back aches, but it’s surprisingly not bad at the moment. Stress normally makes it flare up, but it seems okay at the moment. She stetches a little, testing it. “Your back okay, Baby?” She nods, “Really good at the moment actually, maybe only a two.” She studies his face, “Nothing to do with you though, I’m sure.” She nudges him gently and he chuckles.

“Yes! Can we come back tomorrow?” “Of course, we can,” I sign back, feeling a warmth in my heart. “We’ll come back as often as you like.” She beams and hugs me and I can't express how happy it makes me. We head back to the car, and I can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this day. It’s the beginning of a new chapter for all of us, one filled with hope, healing, and the promise of a brighter future. As we drive back to the palace, Rion plays with Carol and I take pleasure in watching them, knowing that no matter what, we will face the future together as a family and emerge victorious.