Can T Win Me Back Novels & Stories

“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.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I pleaded before finally opening it. He didn’t say anything yet and I yearned for him to do so. To say anything. Finally he smiled, “I just cant help but go back to what just happened. I missed it for so long and I really don’t care what I lose now. As long as I win you back. Whenever you’re ready to give us a shot, I’d be waiting but until then, I’ll keep trying”

She felt euphoric, more alive than ever. "You are beautiful! I never tire of admiring you. I have been the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side, and although I have made many mistakes, I am glad that life is giving me an opportunity to win you back." When he saw Galata frown, he knew he had had a lapse and ended up talking more than he should have. The woman's words were not long in coming. "When did you win me over and lose me? To say you have a new opportunity to win me back?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, confirming her suspicions once more.

"What if I choose you and you change back?" The question landed heavily between them yet he answered anyways, "Then you would have every right to be disappointed in me," he said. "But I don't intend to return to the man I was. And I know that I can't prove that with one evening or one ring. I'll have to prove it every day." "What if I never trust you the way I used to?" "Then we'll have to build something different." He leaned forward slightly. "Maybe we won't have the marriage we imagined when we first fell in love. Maybe we'll have something more honest, because we'll understand how easily we can hurt each other if we stop paying attention."

If she still reacted to me, even just a little, then I still had a hold on her. If there was still something left or anything at all, I would find it. And if there wasn’t? Then, I’d make sure there would be. I refused to believe that what we had could disappear that easily when I hadn't decided it was over. I would remind her of what we were. I was going to win her back. I had already lost too many things that should have been mine to Damon. I wasn’t about to lose Haliyah to him too. This had already become a competition in my mind.

I would win her back. It wouldn’t be easy. The man she was seeing had the advantage now, he had been there when she was vulnerable, when I had left her alone. But I knew Tiana. I knew her heart. She had loved me once, deeply. That kind of love didn’t just vanish overnight, no matter how badly I had screwed up. I could remind her of the good times, of the vows we made. I could change. Become the man she had always wanted me to be.

It’s about rewriting everything. Us. Him. Me. And if I don’t stop this— I’m going to lose him. Not physically. Not completely. But worse. I’m going to lose the part of him that chose me. And I don’t know if I can bring it back.

he said, with the measured sympathy he deployed so well, "have a habit of being careful when they want something back. It doesn't always mean they've changed." I looked at the pavement ahead. "I know that," I said. "I just think—" He paused. Calibrated. "You've worked so hard to build something here. Something that's yours. I'd hate to see you pulled back into something that cost you so much." It was the right thing to say. It was supportive and warm and entirely reasonable and there was something about it that sat slightly wrong, like a note played just a fraction off-key. This was the third time this week he had brought up Cassian unprompted.

"You can love someone deeply..." "And still leave them lonely." I closed my eyes briefly. He was right. Lucas stood. I looked up in surprise. The conversation couldn't be over already. He reached for his jacket. Then looked at me one last time. "If you're serious about winning Amelia back..." "I am." He nodded. "Then don't compete with me." Confusion crossed my face. "I'm not the problem." He smiled gently. "The years are." I slowly stood as well. "What should I do?"