Come Back To Me Book Novels & Stories

"I never wanted to leave you. You have to believe me." "How did you come back?" I asked, voice shaking but eager for the truth. "What pulled you back to me?" He hesitated, swallowing hard. "I don’t fully know. It’s like... something inside me kept fighting. Your voice, your face—they never left my mind. Even when everything was dark, I held onto that. You brought me back." I smiled softly, a mixture of relief and wonder flooding through me. "I never stopped hoping. I never stopped calling for you, even when it felt impossible."

the woman among them says to me. I feel my blood boil and once again my entire existence thrashed to the floor and drowned before my very own eyes. I will be back, I'll be back for each of them … I will make sure they all regret going to me… This is the end of my book, I hope you love it....I'll be back with the second series.

“You came back for me, don't deny it” I shake my head. “No.” The word is soft. “I came back for me. But if… if you're here… then maybe I needed you to find me too.” He steps fully into view. His fingers brush mine when he withdraws from my waist. The contact sends electricity through me. He stares at me for longer than a heartbeat. Then he says, voice low, rough: “I didn’t expect to have you back this soon Camilla. I really should applaud Matteo and Alina, don't you think?.”

“We still have things to figure out.” Even as I say it, I know I don’t want to talk about all that right now. It’s not the time or place. I just want to enjoy feeling of being close to someone else- to be touched by the only person who can do it without giving me the overwhelming urge to squirm away. I shut down after Callum left, but now that he’s back, it’s like parts of me are slowly coming back online. Like I’m finally remembering how to be myself again.

“Come back,” I say. “Not as a god. Not as a legend. Come back as you.” There is a long pause. Then, firm and clear, his voice returns. “I will.” The connection snaps shut. The silence crashes in. I sit there, shaking, smiling through tears. “He answered,” I whisper. The bond still hums. Alive. Certain. I press my hand to my chest. “He’s coming back,” I say aloud. Somewhere far away, something shifts.

It blurred my vision. I was still struggling to find my way back when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the slide. The warm touch felt familiar. Kevin.

It was a sunny day, the heat was scalding and I was about to collapse from a heat stroke after trying to no avail to get a loan to offset my debt when I stumbled across her. She had not changed one bit since College. It turned out that the loan office I came from belonged to her family. She recognized me on sight and even though I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries I had to be on my best behaviour. “Marcus? Is that you?” She stared at the building and then back at me. It was obvious that I had come to beg for a few bucks and I couldn't lie my way out of it. “Monalisse.” I plastered a fake surprised smile. “I heard you left the country, when did you return?”

“Sheena, trust me! I’ll come to you soon! “Go home and get some rest. If they dare to mess with you, just tell me, I will have your back no matter what!” I pushed my suitcase and disappeared around the corner. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh but said nothing. What was the point of pretending to be all loving and devoted at this point?

“Brian, listen to me. You have to shift. I know it’s hard, but you can do this. You’ve faced worse before. Please come back,... come back to me.” The fire inside me surged, brighter and hotter than ever, as if responding to my desperate plea. My connection to him felt stronger, deeper, as though our very souls were intertwined, bound together by something neither of us could deny. I pressed my forehead gently against his fur, feeling the warmth of his battered body. “Come back to me,” I whispered again, tears streaming freely down my face.

she whispers, circling me slowly. “The balance. The light. The mercy.” Her fingers brush the air near my cheek not touching me, but it still feels like a thread being hooked. “And soon… you will return to me.” My pulse stutters. “Return?” I echo. “Yes, child.” She moves to stand in front of me again, luminous and terrible. “You were mine. You were a piece of me. And when I reclaim you, I will be whole again.” My breath goes cold. “No.”