Novel & Cerita Can't Win Me Back

It hurts knowing she's detaching herself from me. Can I win her back? How do I do that if she doesn't let me in and prove my honesty? TBC.

Unable to speak. Because nothing I had done since then— None of it— Had ever touched this. And now— I finally understood something that made everything feel impossible. I wasn’t just trying to win her back. I was trying to rebuild something… That had already died.

"How?" "By leaving me alone." "I can't leave you alone." "Why not?" "Because I can't lose you again." "You already lost me." "I can win you back." "No, you can't." "Yes, I can." "Christian, there's nothing left to win back." "There's everything to win back." "There's nothing." "There's our love." "We don't have love anymore." "Yes, we do." "No, we don't." "Jane, what about the baby?"

I didn't lose you, I lost myself.. In the darkness of your thoughts, Of your dreams.. Of our beautiful memories... I lost my smile.. Not because of you But the mistake that was done by me.. To lose the other part of me... I want it back.. Till it's too late to fight back Till it's too late to win back.. Till it's too late to lose the hope of getting you back.. ____________________________________________________

“Well, I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying. And I’m going to win you back.” I folded my arms. “You’re wasting your time.”

But as I stared blankly at the ceiling, the memory of my last conversation with Scarlett came rushing back. Was I rejected? Was that night nothing but a one-night stand to her? Did she stop loving me? But… why didn’t she push me away that night? “Damn…” I muttered under my breath, my chest tightening. “I told her everything. I was honest, completely honest. Even through the anger, I chose to forgive, because I wanted us to start over… but how? How do I win her back?” I frowned, lost in thought, when a voice from outside interrupted me.

Her whisper hit harder than if she’d screamed it. Her words landed like a punch straight to the stomach, sharp, cold, final. I’d lost my chance. I had it, I held it, and then I ruined it. My own damn slip-up or whatever trap I’d fallen into didn’t matter. All she saw was betrayal. My hands trembled as I picked up the pen. She watched without blinking. My signature came out messy, jagged, the handwriting of a man breaking apart. But as the pen left the page, one thought burned hotter than all the rest: I will win her back. No matter what it takes.

Three years ago, Rosalie Hale left the Bloodmoon Pack for good. Her mate had betrayed her over and over again—with her own sister. At times, it had almost seemed as though he were under a spell, but Rosalie knew better. The truth was simple and cruel: he had never loved her. Like everyone else, he desired her slender-waisted sister, and he had used Rosalie to get what he wanted. Now, Rosalie is back for one reason—to finalize the divorce he never signed. But something has changed. Her former mate seems to have forgotten all the pain he put her through. Every time he looks at her, she can see his wolf fighting to break free. He wants her back. The problem? Rosalie n

“If I do this—and that’s a big if—it’s only because I’m literally out of every single other option, and that includes screening in the back porch and living in my parents’ yard.” “Well, what else would it be?” I lean a little closer. “A chance to win you back?” “Win me back?” Charlie’s eyebrows go up. “Like I’m some sort of prize?” “Of course not. You’re a strong, smart, independent woman who I’ve always respected. I was using win you back as a saying, I suppose. But I do plan to.” Charlie quickly shakes her head and looks down. “Fool me once,” she says so softly I hardly hear her.

“Let’s just say I forgot my own name for a while.” “Yes! Birthday sex wins! So when are you seeing him again?” Sara screamed into the little pillow in her hands. My smile faded a little. “I’m not, Sara” She sat up fast. “What? Why not? I think you both have some connection,” “Because I’m done with men, remember? Marcus wrecked me. I can’t go through that again. One night was perfect. That’s all it can be. I'm not ready, not pushing.” Sara gave me that look, the one that said she knew I was full of crap but still understood me.